for Donna’s endless grocery lists.
One afternoon I found Emily scrubbing the kitchen floor on her hands and knees. Donna stood over her with tea, pointing at a spot. “You missed there, dear.”
Emily’s cheeks flushed. “I’ll get it.”
“Of course you will. A clean home is a happy home.”
In the sunroom, Rick’s sisters lounged scrolling phones while the air conditioning continue reading …
