Mannie’s POV
I left the room and took the kids’ clothes, along with mine and my mom’s, to wash as usual. It was already night, and I needed to get things done before everyone went to bed.
My arms were full as I walked toward the laundry basket. The smell of detergent still lingered from yesterday. I sighed, dropping the pile on the table and sorting them into smaller heaps.
“Don’t worry, sit down.” My mother’s voice floated from behind me.
I turned and found her standing with her hands on her hips, her face glowing with a mix of mischief and pride.
“You need to keep your hands clean and fair enough so that David will love you more,” she said with a grin that reached her eyes.
My mouth hung open for a moment. “This…” I trailed off, at a loss for words.
What was I supposed to say to t
