” Are you listening to me?”

The mother moaned in frustration. I'm sorry, but you're wrong. It's frustrating that I spend time out of my day to attempt to have a conversation with you and you pay no attention to me. I need to know what's going on.

For a brief moment of sheer dread, she was certain that her mother already knew everything. Jessey sucked her tongue to stifle the insanity of the impulse to tell the truth. Nothing, Ma. What I'm doing is just tidying up. The home is a pigsty.

As we've previously discussed, you need to make a concerted effort to maintain your house. Oh my...