She never liked cleaning the sink.

It was beyond her comprehension how it got so dirty so

quickly. It seemed that she was forced to clean it every other day. Even when she was extra
careful to keep things clean and orderly, it still ended up looking like a mess in a couple of
days. What she didn't know was there was a tiny creature living in it that didn't like things
neat.

Greg understood that this situation would make Michael terribly uncomfortable. Michael
simply had no idea what was about to come and even though Greg could prevent it from
happening, he opted to let it happen. It was quite ironic, really. It was something Greg had said
he would never wish upon anyone a million times, yet here he was knowingly letting it happen
to one of his best friends. He rationalized that it would ultimately make Michael a better
person and that no matter how uncomfortable, everyone should experience racism at least
once in their lifetime.

It was a concerning development that he couldn't get out of his mind. He'd had many friends
throughout his early years and had fond memories of playing with them, but he couldn't
understand how it had all stopped. There was some point as he grew up that he played with
each of his friends for the very last time, and he had no idea that it would be the last.