Chapter 13
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Jobeth grumbled as she drove the car into the city.
“Believe me, this is not something I would have willingly agreed to.”
“Are you wearing it right now?” she asked me.
“Yes. Of course. Your mother is a control freak.”
Jobeth laughed at me. “Yes. Yes she is! Why do you think I moved out of her house?”
It was the next day. I couldn’t believe that Emma had given this task to her daughter of all people. That was a little creepy, but it was just another aspect of control that Emma wanted over others.
“I’m not sure how this is going to work when we get there,” I stated flatly.
“Don’t worry. She gave me the key.”
“That’s a little creepy. Do you often do your mother’s dirty work?”
“No. At least I stopped doing a lot of it when I moved out.”
