Janet spotted Ethan as soon as she entered the kitchen. He stood there awkwardly, surrounded by shards of broken china.
He raised his eyes at her, looking lost and helpless. "I was washing the dishes when they... slipped off my hands."
Well, he hadn't done this sort of thing for more than ten years, so a mess was inevitable sooner or later.
Janet walked over and began picking the broken pieces one by one.
She wasn't quite sure whether to laugh or cry. "I'm guessing you didn't rinse any of these dishes. Ceramic tableware needs to be rinsed with warm water twice."