The refrigerator was leaking something awful. Water would drip from its freezer and down the inside back wall of the fridge. It would puddle on the shelves, with the overflow coming to its final resting place under the produce bins. Any item left exposed at the rear of a refrigerator shelf was bound to be waterlogged within a couple of hours. Several times a day I’d have to rearrange items, covering some and uncovering others, in a bizarre version of the shell game. My husband stopped saying, “Enjoy your bath!” when he saw me carrying a couple of bath towels. Chances were that I was on my way to mop up the refrigerator, and that the only thing enjoying a relaxing soak was the cabbage.
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