Shortly before nine the next morning, a car door slammed outside.
I looked through the window and saw David rushing up my walkway.
The first Monday of every month.
Of course.
I opened the door before he knocked.
“Mom, what happened last night?”
“I came home.”
He frowned. “We turned around and you were just gone. Rachel was really upset.”
I waited.
“She had to do all the dishes herself.”
I nearly laughed but kept my face neutral.
“That sounds manageable.”
David followed me into the kitchen.
His eyes drifted
