Carlos leaves at 9:30 am after breakfast, saying his mother needs him at home and he'll see me tomorrow at school. Brandon didn't stay the night; his stepfather was home and wanted to see him.
It’s now 12:30 pm, and I finish baking cookies just as I hear a vehicle pull into the driveway. The engine shuts off, and a door slams—must be Trina.
I take off my apron and head to the front door, where I find Trina unloading her luggage. She's wearing a tight mid-thigh dress, heels, and has her hair in a bun with dangling earrings.
She sees me and says, "Hi Anne, come help me, would you?"
I sigh and walk down to the driveway. Trina hands me her suitcase and a large purse, and I drag the suitcase inside, placing it by the stairs for her to take up later.
Trina exclaims, "Wow, three weeks togeth
