Chapter Twenty-Eight
The months passed quickly from autumn to winter and then into spring. On a rainy April morning a few days before Elena’s first wedding anniversary, Frank and Franklin Harrison showed up at the laundry. Beverly Harrison was in her office. She ordered a fresh pot of coffee.
After the coffee had been poured, Frank said, “Elena’s been here seven months. How’s she doing?”
“About as we expected; she doesn’t listen and she can be very lazy.”
“Have you adequately punished her?” Franklin queried.
“Franklin, I’m your mother. Are you really so naïve? A day doesn’t go by that I don’t strap some sense into her.”
“Have you put her in one of your cages or hung her on the wall?”
Beverly shot her son a withering look. “Frank, how long can I keep her?”
Frank shrugged. “I have m
