He handed her a flashlight. “Shine it down there. Let me see the enemy.”
“I have the cup.”
By the time Leo arrived, she was kneeling in front of the toilet, sweat beading on her forehead, holding a wire coat hanger she’d straightened into a grotesque fishing hook.
He handed her a flashlight. “Shine it down there. Let me see the enemy.”
“I have the cup.”
By the time Leo arrived, she was kneeling in front of the toilet, sweat beading on her forehead, holding a wire coat hanger she’d straightened into a grotesque fishing hook. unclogging toilet bowl