Chapter 4
Michelle set the collection of absolutely beautiful antique cookbooks on top of the gorgeous gas stove. Probably from around 1915, that stove, and in incredibly good condition.
She headed back into the storage unit, doing her best not to listen or even glance out at April dealing with her nightmare of a sister.
Michele knew the type too well after years of these family situations.
She’d be willing to bet a year’s worth of her pay from all the museums she worked with that April’s sister Fran kept herself away from all the difficult parts. No worries about growing medical trouble with older relatives, or long-term care facilities, or agonizing choices about the eventual end of life.
No, Fran fit the sadly typical stereotype of the sibling who found a lot to complain about, no
