and passive man who let his wife rule his mother’s house. I told him with a smile that his father always said a Saturday without waffles was not a Saturday.
Phillip nodded but avoided my gaze. We both knew he did not like me talking about George.
It reminded him how much had changed since his father’s death five years earlier. Melinda returned to the kitchen and held the hand cream out demonstratively.
She announced that it was on the nightstand just like Skyler said. She glanced at me and told me not to touch her things next time because everyone needs personal space.
I nodded silently though a thousand replies screamed in my head. My personal space had been violated long ago.
This apartment was my property, and I was still paying the mortgage on it. I had let them move in after Phillip was laid off because I
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