Chapter 13 ~ December 21 I’ll be Home for Christmas“Hi Mum, we’re almost home. Are you there to let us in?” Rita said, as they neared the Crescents house.
“Yes, of course I’m here, and I have some things to discuss regarding my estate and the Boxing Day dinner,” Freda said.
Rita hung up, a ball of worry congealing in her stomach. Whenever her mother wanted to discuss something, it was more likely a tirade, or an admonishment or, at the very least, a rant. As Dave navigated the snow-packed streets, Rita freshened her lipstick and smoothed her hair. There was no need to antagonize Freda by showing up looking rumpled and travel-weary, even though that’s how she felt after the long, two-day drive from Vancouver.
Rita dreaded the annual Christmas visit but it was mandatory, a duty to be fulf
