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Toy Box: Kitchen Sink
by Anah Crow, Jay Lygon, Syd McGinley
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Toy Box: Kitchen Sink
by Anah Crow, Jay Lygon, Syd McGinley
CONTENTS
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Toy Box: Kitchen Sink
by Anah Crow, Jay Lygon, Syd McGinley
Definition: kitchen sink—noun the final item imaginable
on any extensive list of usually disparate items: He packed
everything for his trip except the kitchen sink.
Source: dictionary.reference.com/browse/kitchensink
Etymology: This expression was born in the early 20th
century and became popular after World War II (the late
1940s). The kitchen sink is heavy, connected to pipes and
usually bolted down, so it's not easily movable. But if you
took everything but the kitchen sink, you'd be taking virtually
all there was.
Source: www.joe-ks.com/phrases/phrasesE.htm
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Toy Box: Kitchen Sink
by Anah Crow, Jay Lygon, Syd McGinley
A Small Sphere of Influence
By Jay Lygon
Tim leaned against the kitchen door, eyes closed,
shoulders slumped. Drawing in a deep breath, he slowly
opened his eyes. Then his shoulders pulled back and a smile
forced its way onto his lips.
He bumped his ass against the door. It swung open into
the dining room, bounced off his arm, and closed after him.
"Dinner, Sir! Pork chops and applesauce." He felt a little like
an annoyingly perky fifties housewife as he slid a platter of
stuffed pork chops and a bowl of applesauce onto the small
dining table. A salad and green beans were already out.
Sir grunted, but didn't turn away from the newscast on the
TV.
Tim straightened the knife and spoon beside the plate as
he debated offering to help his Sir out of the recliner. He
looked up when he heard the footrest slam down.
Sir clutched the back of the recliner as he stumbled.
Carefully shuffling his feet, even though he was only in his
mid-forties, he made his way across the living room to the
dining table. His path wasn't straight. Lots of pain pills and a
leg that screamed pain with each step despite those pills
made the walk a slice of pure hell. By the time he collapsed
into his seat at the table, his forehead was slick with sweat.
Tim pushed the serving plates across the table until they
touched Sir's placemat. Everything he thought about saying
stayed unspoken while he turned the phrases over carefully,
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