Tap 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Okay.

Turn left, turn left, final turn. Yes. Okay.

Click on, click off. Okay, the coffee machine was turned off.

She pulled out the power plug. Wait, was that a tiny spark? She reconnected it. Was this plug always so warm? She couldn’t remember. She pulled the plug back out. No sparks.

Oven door ajar. Okay.

Microwave door closed. Okay.

Dishwasher door ajar. Okay.

She didn’t hear Eric entering the kitchen. ‘Come on Marella, we have to leave now if we want to make it to the airport on time!’

She nodded. ‘Yes, yes, I’m coming.’

He retreated to the car where their two children were impatiently waiting.

As soon as Eric left the kitchen, she noticed the blender. She unplugged it. Was it safe to let the cord on the kitchen counter? Could the heat of the plug melt the countertop? Or worse?

No! Stop it! Frustrated, she shook her head.

She checked the faucet again. Turn left, turn left. Yes, it was closed tight.

‘Marellaaaa!!!’ Eric was shouting now.

‘Mohommm, lets gohooo!’ Her ten-year-old daughter had entered the kitchen. She grabbed her mothers’ hand and pleaded: ‘I really want to go to Disneyland Mom, let’s not miss this flight again.’

Reluctantly, Marella followed her daughter to the front door. She started to turn around, but her daughter pulled her forward. The little girl only let go of her hand, once Marella was inside the car with her seatbelt fastened.

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