The Next Year
The next year, my mother again asked what I wanted for Christmas. This time, disgusted with the flooring, I asked for a carpet cleaner. She bought me a big new shampooer. That was almost a year ago. I never did learn how to use it.
The next year, my mother again asked what I wanted for Christmas. I never did learn how to use it. That was almost a year ago. This time, disgusted with the flooring, I asked for a carpet cleaner. She bought me a big new shampooer.