He rubbed some on his neck. “Huh. It works.”
Traitor. It smelled like a candle store having a breakdown.
“You’re welcome anyway.”
A week later I walked in and found her holding our bank statement.
MONTHLY ACCOUNT STATEMENT
“Diane, that’s our bank statement.”
“I can see that.”
“Then why are you reading it?”
“It was lying right here!”
Traitor.
“Inside an envelope.”
“I’m checking for fraud.”
“Fraud has a phone number.”
“Honestly, Sarah, you make everything sound so sinister.”
Back then, she came across as an annoying, eccentric mother-in-law.
It’s a pity I didn’t know her true motives.
“Then why are you reading it?”
Evan came in behind me.
“Mom, I asked you to stop.”
“I know, honey. Old habits!”
“Mom.”
“Sit. I’ll make you a sandwich.”
He sat. He ate the sandwich.
It’s a pity I didn’t know her true motives.
I watched my husband get handled like a toddler, and I kept my mouth shut, which is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in that kitchen.
