"Kitchen," she said. Her voice was sharp and when Clark entered the room he'd find her putting away groceries, most notably a twenty pound bag of dog food that she had hauled by herself with the rest of the groceries--something typically Clark's job.
"To what do I owe the privilige?" She didn't turn around and she made no effort to hide just how sad she was.
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