The flowers stood still in the walkway. Even the leaves on the maple tree hung motionless over the driveway on that serene Sunday afternoon. My mission: test my new handheld vacuum cleaner on our minivan, which bore evidence of four children and their beach adventures. Would the device live up to the proficiency the smooth-faced salesman promised?
An inch or so of sand and miscellaneous debris on the vehicle’s floor served as mementos of our family escapades. But for whatever reason, they seemed to drive my husband crazy. Perhaps this vacuum would restore peace to Camelot. Some sort of warning was etched on the device, but I paid no mind and went about my work.
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