At Least You’re Poor
“My mother is coming Friday,” Rebecca said.
“To visit?”
“To make sure I’m miserable.”
Matthew considered this. “I’ll cook lentil soup.”
Rebecca stared at him. “Why?”
“Hot food makes uncomfortable visitors leave faster.”
“My mother is coming Friday,” Rebecca said.
“To visit?”
“To make sure I’m miserable.”
Matthew considered this. “I’ll cook lentil soup.”
Rebecca stared at him. “Why?”
“Hot food makes uncomfortable visitors leave faster.”