Chapter 53 Karen's Memorial Of The Full Moon Party

• "Whirrr!”, the washing machine's turbo-charged hum reverberated through the laundry room, as it spun the clothes in a turbine.
• In front of the white-framed machinery, a weary-looking Karen leaned against the machine's cold lid, her hands grasping for support as her eyes fluttered closed, resulting from the weight of a long day's labor.
• The momentary lapse into unconsciousness was short-lived, as a languid yawn and a rub of her tired eyes snapped her back to reality. For the umpteenth time, she cast a weary glance at the remnant pile of bedsheets and body wear, accumulated in a small corner like a heap of grains waiting to be packed up in the threshold.