** Brad **
The back door opens and I already know it's Mom. The Family Law office she manages closes at five thirty every day, even though most of the attorneys stick around longer. Sometimes Mom stays after too, picking their brains about class action suits and indictments. Especially if there's a case she's interested in. Even without going to law school, it wouldn't surprise me if she could pass the Bar exam.
"Hey," I call over my shoulder.
"Hi, honey. What are you making?"
"Mac and cheese." I pause because I think I hear Candice. Maybe she's awake?
"How 'bout I make us a couple sandwiches to go with it?" Mom suggests, opening the pantry door.
I better tell Mom what's going on before Candice beats me to it. If she walks out of the guest room looking like she just woke up, it migh
