The Wife He Hid in the Kitchen
Margery arrived then, Georgina close behind.
“Lenore, this is getting out of hand,” her mother-in-law said.
“We all make mistakes when we’re angry.”
Lenore recognized the tone.
It was the same one Margery had used for years to correct the placement of a napkin, the temperature of a dinner, the cut of Lenore’s dress.
Only now it didn’t work.