As she was about to make another deposit, it suddenly occurred to her that her good intentions of learning her dear mother's banana bread recipe could be dangerously veering into hoarding territory.
|two weeks prior|
"C'mon, when are you ever going to find the time to make banana bread?! SNAP OUT OF IT. Pick up that plastic bag next to you, weakling!"
And like that, an out of body experience of sorts, she blankly carried a strained plastic bag full of twenty-one frozen little corpses down to the garbage.