CHAPTER 39
Mom had bragged about Meg’s house, but Kimmie had thought she’d been exaggerating until they pulled up into the winding driveway. At one point, Meg had to stop and put in a code that automatically opened a heavy brass gate. To the right was a tiered landscape with shrubs and mulch that looked as fresh as if it had just been poured out of the bag. To the left were tall brick pillars every few feet covered in some kind of lavish ivy.
“This driveway must take the entire day just to shovel in the winter,” she commented.
It wasn’t until her sister started to laugh that Kimmie realized Meg and her husband would pay someone to plow any snow that accumulated in front of their house.
Meg pushed the button on her sun visor that opened an immaculate garage, cleaner than the interior of
