“Oh well, you know,” Lois started. “I’m not one to brag, but did I ever tell you about the time…”
Emma sifted through the recipes she kept in a binder while her mom launched into an involved tale of raucous parties and neighborhood housewife rivalries. All the while her phone kept vibrating with incoming text messages. She frowned. Where was that damn recipe? Her mom droned on in her ear, the continual buzzing of the phone started grating on Emma’s nerves, and just as she found the recipe she was searching for, her doorbell rang.
“Now what?” Emma grumbled. “Jesus. Mom? Mom!”
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