Ruby
Mom was dressed in an expensive black cocktail dress and stilettos. She curled her hair and pinned it into an elegant style with smaller curls framing her face.
There was a long pause as I sat there looking back at her, partly baffled by her question and also awestruck by how beautiful she looked. Mom knew I hated having to guess anything. She slumped, placing her hand on her hip.
"Your grandma ... she's agreed to come here." She c****d her head, narrowing her eyes. "Honey, are you feeling alright? You look a bit peaky."
My jaw was beginning to lock as I bore the brunt of the pain. "I need my meds," I told her.
Mom yelled over her shoulder at Dad, and asked Dylan to show the girls to the guest rooms. "Two can bunk in together. One will have to sleep in the pull-out trundle next t
