I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

is this?”

Her husband, Derek, appeared behind her wearing an expensive robe.

“Where’s breakfast?”

I stood beside the kitchen island, drinking coffee.

“Good morning.”

Caroline looked at the empty stove.

“I gave you a schedule.”

“Yes. I read it.”

“Then why isn’t there food?”

“Because I don’t work for you.”

Her face tightened.

“Excuse me?”

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