SIXTEENThe morning after Ava had accused her of not living right, Anaya came downstairs early to clean up before brunch with Catie and Sophie. It was her turn to host this month, and she hadn’t realized the house would become so uninhabitable once Ava and her family moved in. No matter how many flowers she put in the vases or how many candles she burned, the house looked and smelled a mess. Although Ava and Joe were broke, their kids had a lot of crap.
When Anaya heard the doorbell, she kicked a toy beneath the staircase and rushed to the door.
“What died in here, Ny?” Catie frowned as she entered the house.
“Hi to you too,” Anaya said closing the door behind Catie and Sophie.
“I’m sorry. Hi,” said Catie. “I know I have a sensitive pregnant palette, but something stinks in here. I hope
