Clean, cover or hide, Lynda decides. Like mom did.
It would be her brother’s first visit — with a new girlfriend — since the funeral.
Family photographs are returned to walls, hiding oily marks from unsteady hands. Placemats cover rings atop the oak coffee table.
Into the garage goes the liquor cart. Mom’s teapot collection remains to brighten the livingroom.
Tea and coffee begin brewing. The doorbell rings.
“Hey, give me a hug. Arlene, this is my sister. Lynda’s fixing up our childhood home.”
Looking around, John laughs. “Didn’t I break some teapots once?
“Don’t worry about beverages — I brought six-packs again.”
It would be her brother’s first visit — with a new girlfriend — since the funeral.
Family photographs are returned to walls, hiding oily marks from unsteady hands. Placemats cover rings atop the oak coffee table.
Into the garage goes the liquor cart. Mom’s teapot collection remains to brighten the livingroom.
Tea and coffee begin brewing. The doorbell rings.
“Hey, give me a hug. Arlene, this is my sister. Lynda’s fixing up our childhood home.”
Looking around, John laughs. “Didn’t I break some teapots once?
“Don’t worry about beverages — I brought six-packs again.”
