"Mom, what are you doing?"
My mother turned to me, clearly annoyed.
"What's it look like Elizabeth? I'm cleaning this trash pile you call an apartment."
I glanced at Sarah, who thankfully was looking at the situation apathetically.
"It's fine, mom. It's late, why don't we all go to bed?"
"What do you mean 'all'?"
"Sarah is staying over because of the weather. The snow has gotten pretty bad and I didn't think it was a good idea for her to drive home."
A glass clanked on some other dishes as my mother let it sink into the dirty dishwater. As she turned to me, I could tell she had suspicions.
"Is this really your boss?"
"Yes, mom. Do you want to come to work with me tomorrow just to make sure?"
She shook her head, which surprised me more than it should have. I could never tell with
