The floor drain in the center of the concrete slab was… yawning. A dark, soupy liquid was bubbling up over its edges, spreading in a slow, inevitable fan across the floor. It carried with it the greywater ghosts of last night’s spaghetti, a rogue Cheerio, and the unfortunate evidence of Lily’s recent flush.
Sam just nodded. He’d lost the battle, but the war was over. And he had never been so happy to pay a bill in his entire life. main sewer line clogged
They ordered a pizza. As they ate, Sam looked at the tiny plastic dinosaur, now washed clean and sitting on the kitchen counter like a war trophy. The floor drain in the center of the