Chapter 15
The laundry room stayed closed for months.
Not locked.
Unused.
I could have ripped the dryer out immediately.
I almost did.
Then I realized that would turn the room into a shrine to the worst thing that happened there.
I waited.
Eventually Noah walked past the doorway without stopping.
Then one day he looked inside.
“Bad machine?”
I crouched.
“No.”
He frowned.
“Grandma bad?”
“Grandma made a bad choice.”
He thought.
“Tyler too?”
“Yes.”
“Machine?”
I touched the cold metal door.
“It just does what people tell it.”
He seemed to understand that better than most adults would.
May you like
Objects do not create cruelty.
People use them.
