My daughter-in-law always hid her hands and back—until a beach trip revealed the truth she had been carrying all along.

any harder, she’ll burst into flames.”

I kept chopping celery.

“Her sleeve rode up earlier. She nearly jumped out of her skin, pulling it down.”

Carol sighed. “So?”

“So nobody dresses like that in 90-degree weather unless they’re hiding something.”

Carol gave me the look she had been giving me since 1968.

“Or unless they don’t want people looking at them.continue reading …