The dishwasher was dead for several days. It begged for help awhile, made a couple of futile threats and finally stopped in the middle of a rinse.
Podlowski kept saying he’d fix it but just pulled the door. The door sat in the kitchen until Yvonne moved it to the back porch, losing half the screws en route. A new dishwasher was out of the question. Podlowski hadn’t worked for months and there was no way he would watch the kids if she found something. He considered himself on call. Yvonne figured he was as likely to be called to be Pope as for anything local that paid better than minimum wage.