To help Clara accept Iris, I always brought Iris home with me.
Iris also bought Clara all kinds of things.
But every single time, those gifts would be broken and tossed in the trash by Clara the very next day.
That day, I headed home early and cooked a whole table full of food. I just wanted to sit down and have a real talk with Clara, but she kept hanging up on me, call after call.
By the time she got home, it was already past three in the morning.
One look at the scarlet flush spreading across her cheeks, and I knew immediately she had been out drinking.
I poured a glass of honey water and held it out to her. "Drink this," I said. "You will not get a headache tomorrow."
Clara did not reach for the glass. Instead, she swung her arm and knocked it straight out of my hand onto the fl
