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Chelsea pulled back her head from inside the cupboard under the bathroom sink, c****d it towards the bathroom door, and listened. A distinct knock could be heard on the front screened door.
“s**t!” She pulled off the rubber gloves she’d worn to wash down the cabinet and headed towards the hallway to investigate its source.
As she approached the door, her irritation at being interrupted disappeared and she let out a cry of delight. “Mom?” She opened the door and pulled her mother inside. The two embraced in a tight hug. “You’re home early. When did you get in?”
Elizabeth Grey pushed her daughter back, a Cheshire-cat smile lighting up her face. “Last night. I came straight here this morning to see you.”
Chelsea led her mother into the living room and they sat at opposite ends of the
