Laundry was something George loathed. Not because of the tedium, she actually found the repetition of motions relaxing; the noise that drove her crazy. There was a never ending drone as the old machines worked. It left very little room for her to think. The clanking metal and whir of the drum in the washer filling her head in a dissonant melody that put her in mind of children banging on pots for attention.
Unfortunately, she was going to have to do it eventually and her closest was quickly dwindling in viable options. She pushed her way into the room with a basket full of dirty clothes and a small jug of laundry detergent on the top of the pile. She caught a brief glimpse of another person out of the corner of her eye and forced a polite smile onto her face as she dumped her basket on top of an empty machine. Easily dumping her lights into the machine and pouring out a small amount of detergent.
The other persons humming just reaching her ears over the drone of her machine as it started up. It was a melody she wasn’t familiar with and George tried to ignore it as she leaned back against her machine. But when the girl asked the air what the words were she went digging into the pocket of her jeans for her iPod. Her lips twisting into a frown when she found that she’d left it on her bed. Of all the stupid mistakes to make on laundry day.
Huffing George shrugged her shoulder turning slightly toward the girl, “I have no idea.”
And then she froze as she really took the girl in. The shirt she was wearing it was one she knew all too well. She was familiar with most of the clothing Luke owned, either because she’d replaced it after Maddie took a pair scissors to them or she’d borrowed a piece in the past. There was no reason at all for anyone to be wearing her boyfriend’s clothes. Her expression hardened from forced politeness into confusion and then barely suppressed anger.