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Sarah is a wannabe Martha Stewart. She does Interior design as a paying job and her house is always immaculate. Sarah is highly regarded by her peers, and she prides herself on the reputation of being the Queen of hospitality. However, during a recent open house to showcase her newly remodeled kitchen and downstairs bathroom a disaster of a disgusting magnitude occurred.
Sarah’s was most prideful about the bathroom, for it was stunning with its gilded mirrors and mauve colored walls. The floor was made of black marble, and the sink, tub and toilet were constructed of gray granite. The sunken oval bathtub was the centerpiece in the room, accented with lit candles around the rim.
Sarah observed a car coming up into the driveway. It was Reverend Righteous and his wife, Farrah-Cee. They were the pastors of the church down the street, but Sarah knew Farah-Cee from her gardening club.
Before they came up to the door, Sarah slipped into the bathroom to check her hair in the fancy wall mirror.
"What was that nasty smell?"
Flickering lights of the candles casts dancing shadows on clumps of brown stuff in the bathtub.
“Eek!” Sarah gagged, as her hand covered her mouth.
Sarah looked in horror at the soaking tub. Black sewage had backed up into the custom made bath, and was rising higher with each passing moment.
“Ding Dong”
The door bell announced the arrival of her guests, and Sarah fainted.
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