“Okay, so there will be some ground rules,” my mother started to tell Keira, and I rolled my eyes.
“Mom,” I said, hoping to deter her. Keira was going through a rough time, and the last thing she needed were rules.
“No, it’s okay. The least I can do is follow rules,” Keira sweetly said. She was perched on the couch, giving my mom her full attention. Her eyes were still red from crying.
“No late nights. You girls both need to continue with your studies,” she said firmly. “Also, you will have to help out with chores. Between three teenagers living here, it’s going to get even messier than it already is.”
“That’s no problem at all,” Keira nodded her head.
“And finally, you two can’t sleep in the same bed. Keira, we will make up the couch for you.”
I was appalled. Was she being serious?
