When Fannie arrived home, she saw that Nate was no longer on the couch, so she went from room to room, calling his name, and it wasn’t until she reached the kitchen that she found him. He was wearing an apron around his waist, holding a rag in one hand, and a mop in hand. Fannie looked at him, and she was confused. "What are you doing?" she wondered. “I better not have come home for nothing!”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Nate hissed. “This house is a mess, and the mess is all ...