“Lorna Ashcroft hired us, ma’am.
We never went inside.
She brought everything to the door herself, out of an empty unit.
We only carried it down.”
Wanda leaned out of her doorway with a mug of coffee.
“Seems she didn’t need a family vote to pack her own things, Marlene.”
“What ownership does she have?” Marlene’s voice ricocheted down the stairwell.
“When that girl married my son, she became part of this family — she belongs to us!”
Wanda let a silence sit, then sighed like a slow leak.
“Marlene, honey.