Elara texted her grandmother: The old magic works. Bertha is singing again.
She held her breath. Miso meowed.
Elara watched, mesmerized. Miso leaned forward, ears pricked. The foam reached its peak, a jiggling, white cap over the drain, then slowly began to subside, pulling with it the loosened grime. The dragon was retreating, but it had done its work. baking soda and vinegar for kitchen sink
