I left before he could say anything else, slamming the cabin door behind me and heading for the washing machine. The clothes were finished, and I found a bag of clothespins on the line. I pinned them up and stomped back into the house.
Taking advantage of my indignation-fueled energy, I ripped the sheets off the rest of the furniture and carried them all outside to wash. When I went inside again, I found the tote of cleaning supplies and tackled the kitchen and the bathroom, scrubbing and mopping until everything smelled fresh and clean.
I'd never cleaned, done laundry or cooked a day in my life, yet today I'd done all three. Well, if making a peanut butter sandwich counted as cooking, which in my world, it absolutely did. Yeah, Nell Massler was turning over a new leaf.
I avoided Rafe's
