“She’s spending your hard-earned cash to play the big spender with Rob,” Sarah said, lifting her paint can again.

“He loves to show off, but he’s not going to pay her way forever.”

“I’ll deal with it at home,” I said.

The loud hum of our old kitchen refrigerator was shaking the floorboards when I came in the front door at one.

Vanessa was standing in the middle of the living room by the sofa, folding a stack of clean white bath towels.

She folded her arms across her chest the moment I walked in and tapped her right leather shoe over and over on the floor.