Elaine was working at a frantic pace. Yet, somehow, not a single piece of clothing seemed sloppily folded or out of place. In fact, she was also organizing the clothing as she worked, correcting her daughter. "No, no. Put the dark clothes in this basket, the whites here, and your colors in here." From her snippy clothes, this unspoken process should have been obvious -- and, in fact, to Elaine, it was.
"When was the last time you cleaned your room?" Elaine asked, spotting what could be a few specks of dust as she worked. "You're too old for me to walk in and find you room a complete disaster... Do I need to start inspecting your room again?"
She had routinely inspected their rooms when they were younger, but that practice had stopped when they had proven themselves able to meet Elaine's high standards time and again.