Match looked under the bench, "Where's that coffee pot?" She found it right where it was, near the pile of boxes. All of the bouncing had not dislodged the twins from the grip of the cord that tied them to the handle.
"Where's the lid?"
Putting the pot on the bench, Match rummaged through the boxes until she found it.
Match was cleaning the room when a woman walked in, "Mr. Fillmore called. He won't be in. He has the flu."
"I didn't see him yesterday either."
"He left before you came out of the back room. Customers, gotta go."
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