"Mom, I really don't need a maid," Edward reiterated for the tenth time since his mother's arrival at his house. He found himself trailing behind her like a lost puppy for the past five minutes.
His mother's voice thundered through the house, listing the myriad issues she found. "The dishes aren't done, couches are dirty, clothes are scattered, and these socks? Is the counter the new place to keep them?"
Had Edward known his mother was visiting, he would have hired someone to clean up and avoid this situation. While he understood his mother's penchant for cleanliness, he neither had the time nor the desire to clean up himself or let someone else invade his space.
"How can you stay in a pig hole like this, Edward?" Mrs. Knight exclaimed, tossing aside cans on the table. His son, not havi
