BTP Jungle Woven Bar Tape (Bloom)

Description The curtains on the lanai sagged with resignation.  Years of dust obliterated the lace patterns.  The sunlight filtered through, patchy and sparse, flitting and recalcitrant, as if ashamed to be seen in such a place.  Martha lit another Virginia Slim and stared vaguely out into the backyard, where a small brown dog moved about as if underwater.  A sprinkler spit it’s rhythmic robotic hiss a few doors down.  It was day like any other day.  Bingo tonight at the club.  Maybe she’d invite that cad Harold.  He looked so ridiculous in that coral leisure suit, but she could usually get him to spring for a few screwdrivers and maybe a plate of those Costco canapes.  Better than another bowl of grape nuts, Martha figured. Thinking about canapes made Martha hungry.  She unfurled from the recliner, a damp depression remaining in the worn cushions.  Mind fixated on the half box of triscuits (reduced sodium) in her mind's eye, and didn’t see the brown dog, suddenly underfoot.  The dog l