That was when David’s mother, Linda, entered the kitchen.
“Oh, you’re back early!” she said brightly.
“I’m back when I said I’d be back.”
Linda glanced toward the living room.
“Well, everyone is still sleeping. Could you keep your voice down?”
I looked at her.
“This is my house, Linda.”
“Of course, dear. But we’re practically family.”
She said it as though that settled everything.
I wanted to demand that everyone leave immediately. Instead, I remembered something my sister had given me before I left Florida.
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