"Open the fucking door already!" Zach bellowed. His hands were full of laundry as he dropped a pile of clothing into the steel tub. Laundry day at the Smith household typically turned into laundry week - there was little that Zach hated more than spending hours scrubbing clothing over a washboard, then hanging it. Clare didn't appear to like it any better.
"I'm not your slave," Clare piped up. She gave him a grin, wiggling one of the front teeth in her mouth and Zach snorted.
"Yeah, well, how about open the fucking door, please?"
"Okay!" She bounced up, then said, "If it's Yuri, won't he just let himself in?"
"Don't know. Maybe he forgot how to turn a bloody knob. Hold this." He handed Clare a bottle of soap as he shoved a brush against one of her t-shirts. "Maybe we should just dress in all black, and fucking mix and match. Cut down on the goddamn washing."