Mom and MeChapter 13
Downstairs, Betty locked the kitchen door, then passed to the front and bolted that one, also. On a Saturday, no telling who might drop by unexpectedly, and she certainly didn't want anybody visiting. No Disturbances, she thought; no interference with the ultimate closeness that was so fast developing in her family. They needed nobody but themselves, for who could offer them more? Wearing her robe, but barefoot now, Betty moved toward the family room, not sure of what she would find there,...