My Husband Forced Me To Set The Table And Apologize Until The Doorbell Rang

sharp, the doorbell rang.

I raised my voice deliberately. “Come in.”

Lorraine entered first, perfectly dressed, carrying herself with the bearing of someone arriving to be honored rather than to share a meal. Behind her came Paige, Graham’s younger sister, holding a bakery box and already wearing the expression of someone who suspects the afternoon will continue reading …