“Hey, Mom. Got milk?” “What? There’s none in there? Are you sure, Son?” Susan stalled to keep from lying. “Not that I see, and your grandbaby is stirring. Mary will want some with cereal. I’ll make a run.” “Nonsense. I’m dressed. I’ll go.” “Sure?” “Of course. I can’t believe I forgot it to start with.”...
Dahlia by Carolyn Dekat
