“She never did the dishes, or the cooking. She told me once she was afraid of the kitchen because of some childhood accident. I didn't really mind anyway since she payed most of the rent, except lately I've been coming home around midnight. But whenever I'd come back, Francine was always up, and acted like I would cook something for her. It was just the same tonight too.” - Sarah Schmidt.
There was a plate of spaghetti, now cold, and barely disturbed.