Chapter 13AFTER SCHOOL ON MONDAY, Chandelle arrived a few minutes later than usual.
“What stinks?” she asked from the front step.
“Hmm?”
Nabila had left the door wide open when she took leave to pick up the boys from school. She’d brought Luella clear broth and steamed rice and made them each a cup of tea. Clearly, she hoped Luella would clarify what had happened the night before.
Luella wasn’t too keen on telling anyone about her husband’s secret other family. Bad enough she had to find out herself.
Well, not all bad. If Desiree was good to her word, Luella would soon have more than enough cash to buy a computer. A computer, and all the internet she ever wanted.
“Smells like throw-up out there,” Chandelle said, knocking the snow from her tall boots before unzipping them an
