d to the comments section below it on t

the big house on the

EO, isn't she? You'd think she could

just let her wander aroun

set my mother up to live like a queen. The injustice was suffocating. I was payi

ht to voicemail, the mailbox full. The automated message fel

ark. He picked up on the fourth

surprise! How

Mom?" I cut stra

her, always got to be doing something with her hands."

Mark. Of Mom. Going through

sion. "That's just her new hobby, Chloe. Getting back to nature, she calls it.

has severe arthritis in her hands. She can barely hold a paintbrush some

knuckles swollen and painful. The idea of her "enjoying" scavenging was not just a li

. A little confused sometimes, but the

Brenda. The anger inside me solidi

usekeeper, wearing my mother's custom-made emerald go

of the line was longer this t

said Brenda could borrow them. You know your mother, always so generous.

lend those specific items to anyone, let alone her housekeeper. The d

," I demanded, my voi

something. I'll have her

the phone

g to reassert control. "She' s resting. I won't hav

hun

ct from my family's reality. He didn't even try to make his lies believable. He did

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