“Leo,” Arthur said, his voice calm. “Go fill the big stockpot.”
“Did you kill the cars?” Leo whispered. unclog a toilet with hot water
Arthur peered into the clean drain. “No,” he said, a rare smile cracking his stoic face. “The hot water softened the plastic tires just enough for them to slip past the trap. They’re on their way to the ocean now. Or the municipal treatment plant. Same difference.” “Leo,” Arthur said, his voice calm
Arthur sighed, a sound that contained forty years of structural integrity. “Right,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. “Lesson one: engineering failures.” ” Arthur said
“Why not boiling?” Leo asked, peering from behind the doorframe.