« Bee, your mom moved our couch again. »
« She’s just trying to help, Nini! » he replied, but I caught the apologetic look in his eyes.
« And ate $200 worth of groceries. Again. »
« I know, I know. I’ll talk to her. »
But we both knew he wouldn’t. Bryan was caught between his loyalty to his family and his love for me. And I was caught between my desire to be a good wife and my rapidly depleting bank account.
The phone rang the next morning. Juliette’s voice sailed through the receiver like a ship’s horn.
« Annie, darling! We had such a wonderful time yesterday. The children are still talking about those ribs! »
« I’m glad they enjoyed them. »
« Oh, and we’re all coming for the Fourth of July! The whole gang. We’ll make it a weekend. Won’t that be fun? »
I gripped the phone tighter. « The whole… weekend? »
