Sharon looked up briefly. “Don't bother. Mrs. Sanchez has got a casserole going and a salad made. She'll take a plate up to Mum.”
“You mean whenever she comes down from what she's on.”
“Ach, she can always eat no matter what her state, haven't you learned that yet about your mother-in-law?”
“Apparently not. Although I do know she won't eat anything that is slippery or anything that is the colour green. And that eliminates a number of possibilities.”
“Only about half the world's agricultural output I'd say,” she replied mildly.
“Have you seen the boys?”
“In their rooms, I think.”
Since Sharon was absorbed in the article she was reading on inflation rates, I took the opportunity to hunt down Sean. I found Nathan lying on his bed, headphones wrapped around his head, while he played one
