“She had lost count of the nights spent working late at the pub. Tonight she’d stayed ’til nearly one making up for lost time, working on the books, writing this week’s payroll. So many little details, as soon as she finished dealing with them, it was time to start again. Feeling like a thief in her own home, she snuck around in the dark. The lamp on the hall table had been turned off–her mother’s signal that daddy was sleeping, but the light over the sink was still on in the kitchen. Maybe a cu...p of tea would soothe her frazzled nerves enough to sleep. Conscious of her parents resting in the other room, she used a pot to boil the water instead of the kettle that would have whistled, and then grabbed her favorite cup out of the dish drainer. Slippered footsteps shifted down the hall. Mama was still awake. Rhiannon lifted a second mug out of the cupboard. Looked like she’d have company after all. She turned and leaned against the counter as her mother walked into the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Mama.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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