“Just like Papa Nick does! Except there was no pride in his eyes this morning, was there?” Kourtnay pointed a celery stick at her sister in mock severity. “You were very bad! But I’ll be kind; I won’t say it exactly how you did!”
Ignoring her sister’s, “Oh, you don’t need to repeat that at all!” she began with relish.
“First, she uttered a few pithy remarks about the huge pile of shinure living on his desk and in his drawers, and come to think of it, everywhere else he’d been in the past couple of days! How the heck does Anetra put up with this—and for over thirty freaking years? Just how the heck did he expect her to work at a spot where she couldn’t even find one single freaking thing she needed in order to do all this crap he wanted done? She bet there wasn’t a damned shovel big enoug
