The plate smashed on the tile floor with all the fury four feet of gravity could muster. Scrambled eggs lay like a corpse in the heap of shattered ceramic.
Their shouting would worry neighbors not used to it. He accused, she deflected. She reprimanded, he maintained innocence. A cruel and ridiculous game of tennis. Angry footsteps, and a door slams.
Sometimes, a clear conscience is the best revenge.
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