“Don’t give the rabbit lettuce. The cat gets stressed, so don’t let him out. And make sure to clean up properly because it smells awful afterward.”
I stared at her.
“Chloe, I just buried my husband.”
She sighed as if my grief were delaying her vacation.
“Oh, Mrs. Theresa, everyone has problems.”
Austin showed no embarrassment.
He didn’t defend me.
He simply shrugged.
“Besides, that’s why you’re here, Mom. You’ll get bored all by yourself.” TrackPregnancy
The birds continued screaming.
Beside Ernest’s photograph, the candle flame flickered.
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