anyway when I was washing the dishes from the vegetarian chili, the best lisa has ever had the water smelled like minestrone soup
just like anna the old italian woman, who watched us and wrestling, used to make, but lisa refused to see for herself because the concept of smelling used-up sudsless dishwater is unappealing, probably for everyone, and I didn’t notice because it came one-at-a-time in grades, and the smell itself I found slightly comforting, and nostalgic.
