Some Things Never Change!
Jenna Barnes was chewing bubble gum at the dinner table, which was a personal pet peeve of her father, Mark Barnes. Likely she’d just forgotten his utter loathing of the gooey substance, for Jenna certainly didn’t want to cross the old man, at least not the first week back home. Even Jenna wasn’t that foolish.
High spirited and willful, Jenna greeted her return home after three years on her own as a mixed blessing. After all, she’d left the day she turned eighteen, glad to be out from under her father’s strict control. Yet now, under such economic duress, there was little else she could do but bite her tongue, curb her independence and hope that her interlude under her parent’s roof would be brief. They had been kind enough to allow her to come home, but al
