guilty as sin
“Who did it?”
“Did what?”
“Defiled the sanctity of this room! Dropped the damn Nagasaki!!”
“I don’t know why you’re asking me when it’s just the two of us.”
“Well, then obviously you did it.”
“Nope.”
“Yes. It reeks.”
“Wasn’t me.”
“Then who?”
Silence – thick as the smell.
“Listen,” he said, “I have principles. I'd own this baby if it were mine. Smells like rotten eggs and yesterday’s regrets.”
“Left out a week, boiled with sulfur,” she added.
“Agreed there, at least.”
Good, because it sure as hell ain't mine.”
..Zzz.. snored the dog under the table, guilty as sin.
