NORA.

“Do not come in until the water stops.”

Griffin said it in the kitchen while Mom rinsed a mug two feet away. He did not look at me when he said it. He looked at the calendar on the fridge like we were talking about dinner.

Mom smiled without turning. “You two and that bathroom. I swear the guest stack in the closet has not moved in days.”

“She is being considerate,” Griffin said. “Using what is already out.”

I stared at the back of his neck and felt my cunt pulse like he had put his hand there at the table.

Diane. That was Mom’s name in my...