The day of Mr. Jones’s birthday arrived. Every strutted into Valeria’s house, proudly bringing along her daughter Selah and son-in-law Sammy.
As soon as she entered, Every greeted them smugly: “We’re here to pick you all up. Selah and Sammy each brought a car, so it’ll be easy to drive everyone over.”
Bragging about her son-in-law was Every’s main reason for coming.
She had been holding onto her grudge since Eleanor had humiliated her before, and today was her chance to gloat.
Valeria forced a polite smile despite her sour mood: “Thank you, sister. Please, have a seat while I make some tea.”
“There’s no need,” Every said with a dismissive wave: “I heard you don’t have a personal car, and Eleanor’s car is public transportation—a bus, no less! It must be embarrassing. But since my daugh
