She took a white gloved finger to the hutch
sliding it slow across the polished wood
seeing if the dust had amounted much.
I remained quite uneasy where I stood.
She gracefully moved toward my silverware,
inspecting for spots that appeared tarnished.
Then looking to the floor and dining chairs
stated I should invest in varnish.
"I shall leave the china for next time,"
she sighed, gliding to the door, coat on arm.
"I expect to see no traces of grime,"
and I was left to wonder at her charm.
The door had clicked softly on her way out
an amusing mother-in-law no doubt.
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