She had expected a rush of water. She got a dribble.
Leo stared at her. “You just fixed it. With a coat hanger and a garden hose.”
He pulled out his phone, the blue light illuminating his tired face. “Says here it’s probably the drain hose. Or the filter.” He tapped the screen. “We can try a shop vac on the hose under the sink. Or I can call Mr. Rodriguez tomorrow.”