“I can’t listen to this anymore!” Junie hung up on her sister, threw her phone against the rumpled pillows on her bed, and screamed. May could be infuriating. This time, even more than usual.
Thank goodness her mother wasn’t home. But she could hear her grandmother in the kitchen.
A muffled ring immediately erupted, and Junie snatched the phone. May was on video again, her perfectly blow-dried, strawberry-blond hair swinging around her shoulders as she strutted through an office complex in Seattle, complete with Roman columns and fountains. Her heels clicked on the hard surface.
“Now what?” Junie brushed straggly wisps of hair back toward her haphazard ponytail and straightened the collar of her husband’s favorite blue cotton pajama top, which hung to her knees. It was the best she coul
