I carried everything into the kitchen.
Sophie followed me.
“She just left it outside?”
“Apparently.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Yes.”
I washed the bowl first.
Then the attachment.
Then I carefully cleaned the mixer itself.
It took nearly twenty minutes just to remove the dried cream from the seam.
Finally, I plugged it in.
The second I switched it on, the motor made a sound I had never heard in all the years we owned it.
A rough grinding hum.
Then a click.
The head jerked once.
And stopped.
I switched it
