S M O M S IngridChapter 5
Near dusk, Mother found us wiping picture frames and polishing furniture. She studied our work in minute detail. “What’s left on the checklist?” “I think we got it all, Ruth.” Words I never would have spoken to her. She had pinned the list to the refrigerator, with a magnet. Studying it, she coughed. “Did you sand the crossbeams?” “I don’t remember that on the list.” Andrew cocked his head. Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?” “I was washing the rugs out back.” “Excuses!” She...