Nora

"What is he talking about?" Nancy pulled the baked casserole from the oven.

"Solange," I replied, rolling my eyes as I continued to work on the meal in the bowl.

Nancy let out an exasperated sigh. It was clear she was growing tired of hearing about that woman being involved in nearly every aspect of my life.

"That uncouth woman seems to be becoming a daily fixture in your life," Nancy remarked.

I couldn't help but shriek with laughter at her observation. "No way!"

We both laughed it off. "But, to be honest, you both need to find a way to get her out of your lives, or she's...