After a few minutes passed, Beverly picked up another towel and began tracing circles on the broom handle to buff off the dried polish. Apparently that was supposed to leave it shiny or something. Still she did it carefully, just the way she'd seen her dad do.

Finishing that up, she stood the broom, the handle gleaming in the light. That was a job well done. The satisfaction was almost enough to make her feel better, but not quite.

She set the broom over where the finished ones were, then grabbed another. How many was she going to clean? She didn't know, but as many that earned her the most house points.