Inside, it was even worse.
Grandma’s pillows were covered in wine stains.
The sink was full of disposable plates.
Someone had put her rocking chair on the wet porch.
One of the legs was split.
I called Brielle.
She answered after four rings.
Can this wait a moment? We are leaving for our honeymoon any minute now.
What have you done with Grandma’s garden?
She moaned.
