Now, she was paying the price.
“Did you try plunging it?”
“Three… two… one…”
“Leo. The toilet is dying.”
“You owe me pizza,” Leo said, washing his hands. unclogging toilet bowl
He inserted the auger, cranked the handle, and pushed. The sound was awful—a gritty, scraping, shuddery noise, like a robot eating gravel. Leo’s face was calm, almost serene.
“Behold,” Leo said, holding it up like a trophy fish. “The Kraken.” Now, she was paying the price
As Leo left, Sarah looked back at the toilet. It sat there, white and gleaming, utterly unrepentant. She knew the truth. It was waiting. Plotting. One day, she’d get lazy again.