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It’s just a two-month sublet , says Lucretia to her empty apartment, and you’re already ready for Jerry to take it over: stop fretting . But she just wants to clean it one more time. Just for something to do, because tomorrow is the big day and she can’t sleep, even after staying out late with the rest of the team. Maybe she should’ve had a few drinks instead of just writing.
She makes herself a snack, nervously eating a tiny bowl of yogurt with granola, and then washes the bowl and the spoon. She makes sure all the dishes are stacked neatly in the cupboard. She wipes down the cupboard doors and the countertop. She tries to go to sleep.
When she can’t, she gets up and scrubs the bathroom before taking a shower. She fluffs and refolds the towels, hangs the throw rug to dry, and wipes down the mirror and the counter. She tries again to go to sleep.
She dozes unevenly until just before sunrise, then tosses and turns until she decides it’s pointless to keep trying. She makes the bed, wipes non-existent dust from the bedside table closes the closet on the clothes she’s not taking, the boxes of journals going all the way back to her early childhood. She triple-checks the last duffel of clothes she’ll be taking onto the Starblaster. She’s got everything now. There’s really nothing left to clean.
She locks the door and leaves the key under the mat.
It’s just two months, she thinks. Hopefully Jerry won’t make a total mess of it.