Got quite a few years left. I crept around, peeking inside the cabinets, the lazy susan. Rising from the floor, Ma sighed loudly. She pushed up her cuffed sleeves. I grimaced, rolling my eyes like Ben would.
Apples are yucky.
Ma stumbled over to the sink and twisted the screeching faucets. Steam climbed upwards as she held her hands under the flow. Lathering up, Ma scrubbed between each finger, around the nails. A few days ago. And watch it when you go, Noah.