« You planted them on the wrong side, » she insisted, pointing at my flowerbed. « Roses belong on the left, not the right. Everyone knows that. »
« They seem happy where they are, » I had replied gently.
« Happy is not the point, » she snapped. « Order is the point. »
« You planted them on the wrong side, »
I never argued.
Since losing my husband, I had learned that keeping the peace cost less.
So I smoothed things over.
I told myself it was easier that way, for me and for the children.
But standing at that window, watching Katherine watch us, something cold settled in my chest.
« Mommy, is that lady mad again? » my daughter asked, climbing out of the pool.
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