"Wash 'em up now, my girl. You'll find the only way to keep things clean is to wash 'em the moment you've done with 'em."
She smiled at him over her shoulder, her hand on the knob of the door. But she did not move.
"Did you hear what I said?"
"I did."
"Then why don't you do as I tell you?"
"Because I don't choose to."
"You ain't taking long to try it out, are you?" His face wore an ugly sneer.
"They say there's no time like the present."
"Are you going to wash up them things?"
"No."