a hard, desperate look in her eyes.
“We need to talk inside, Mother,” Brenda said. “Without the neighbors watching us from their windows.”
“The porch is fine,” I said.
“It is freezing out here,” she said, her voice rising.
I turned and walked up the steps, leaving the door open just enough for her to follow me into the living room. The hum of the old refrigerator continue reading …
