Helen seemed to have the dropsies today. She poured water from the Brita pitcher all over the counter, dropped the towel before she got to the puddle, hurt her finger trying to open the "Sunday" tab of her pill case, dropped the pill case, and dropped one of her vitamins when she finally did get it open.
Helen groaned because she hadn't cleaned the kitchen floor in too long and there were crumbs along all the edges. The vitamin was sure to have hair on it, she fretted, crouching down before the five seconds of the Rule were up.
The vitamin, however, was not on the floor. It was not in her slipper. It was not in her robe. It was not in the bottom cupboard. Helen had watched it fall and knew it hadn't bounced or rolled because she would have noticed. The darn thing was gone.
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