her voice.
“The best part, and I know I shouldn’t say best part, but Lord forgive me, your sister went straight past her and started yelling about the Wi-Fi router.”
I closed my eyes.
That tracked.
Mrs. Pruitt kept going. “Honey, your father is standing in the doorway just staring in. I can see him from my kitchen window. He’s got that look men get when continue reading …
