“I know it’s up here somewhere.”
“Be careful, Otha.”
But ’twas too late. 1 o’ the Mahogany Rats spilt butter all o’er the top shelf, which caused Otha’s hand to slip & bump her idea off onto the floor to shatter into shards, its inside diodes blinking slowly till it finally fizzled out.
Both Otha & Gilda stared down @ the debris, pupils sunk-in.
But Otha only shook her head & reached for the broom. As she began sweeping the glass into the dustpan, she said, “Mo’ where that came from.”