My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

that.”

I looked at her.

“Yes, you did.”

Paul sat down hard on the porch step. For the first time, I felt almost bad for him. Almost. Then I remembered his socks were probably in my dresser.

Brenda was crying again, but it had shifted. Less victim. More embarrassed.

“Lauren,” she said, “you told us she offered.”

Lauren snapped, “I said it was handled.”

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