My husband, John, emerged from his basement office and calmly informed my daughter and me that the dishwasher had sprung a leak. Water was pouring through the ceiling onto his desk below, and he needed help cleaning it up. Could we come down? We resignedly turned off the movie we were watching and followed him to the basement.
What struck me later was how calmly my husband dealt with the incident. There was no salty language, no anger, no raised voice apart from...
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