The kitchen was once her refuge. It was a place where she could create anything. The kitchen was a place of her own in a tiny house.
Then he got a taste for cooking. It ceased to be a place where she could create anything. He mocks her creations and says his creations are better than hers.
They stand in the kitchen together one evening as he scolds her for being different from him with her creations.
She lets it go and decides to fill the dishwasher and turn it on. Water begins to exit the dishwasher through the door and pour out all over the floor.
He blames her for the dishwasher malfunctioning to which she replies, “when the water exits the dishwasher I am reminded of all the bullshit that flows from your jaw”.
He stands at the bench unable to think of something witty to say as she walks from the kitchen, to the garage, and out the door.