stain

"what is that? what is that?"

couldn't say.

"is that wine? wine on my counter? or is it...oh god, is it blood?"

even after an up-close scrutiny on your behalf, it's still to close to call. which would you rather?

"i am going to give them what for...i said they could cook in here, not permanently stain my counters and devalue the house."

just as you say.

"i mean, what did i ever do to them?"

nothing?

"nothing!"

ah. thought so.