Chapter 124

“There was all this…stuff staining the sink, and I thought I’d help…” Michelle rolled her eyes and pulled open the refrigerator, which could use a scrub, too, now that Candace looked. Something purple had dripped down the front, and there were dried bits of green—lettuce?—on the bottom that could use wiping.

Uh-oh. She was really upset. But as long as she didn’t start wanting to wash windows, she was sane. If the glass cleaner came out, it was time to call in professional help.

“You ever stop to think that all your efforts here might seem like a criticism of the way I live?”

Temper flared. Candace lobbed the scouring pad into the sink. “You’re welcome.”

Michelle got out the plastic jug of orange juice and let it thud unnecessarily hard on the counter where they ate. Candace took a deep breath. This was not how she wanted their sisterly interaction to start this morning. Or any morning. They couldn’t seem to help setting each other off. Which was most of the r