“Where is it, then?” my sister shrilled at me across the living room. It was the day after Mom’s death, and all of our nerves were a little raw, Brigid’s especially.
By Victoria Shannon5 years ago in Families
“What’s this?” Dierdre Watson asked as she peered at her executive assistant across the wide expanse of her desk. “It’s a check,” he said, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
