Magazines, newspapers, letters strewn across
every table.
Flowerpots, paperweights, nick-knacks atop
every remaining empty surface.
"Tacky" was the word that first came to mind.
Ledges, counters, and all but one chair are drowned in the mess.
The last chair is the womans. She used to keep a few other chairs vacant in case of company, but
as she continued to grow slower she couldn't make the effort
and an extra chair was never needed anyway.