Medora
“Bronwyn, put on your shoes now!” I yelled, exasperation creeping into my voice. This was the third time I’d asked her, and she still refused to listen.
We’d traveled to Boston three days ago to spend time with my parents before heading to Millie’s family house for the Christmas hangout. Millie had called earlier, saying her driver would pick me up at 6 p.m., but it was already thirty minutes past, and there was no sign of him.
Not that I was too worried. I wasn’t ready yet. And Bronwyn still didn’t have her shoes on. Sighing, I shut our suitcases and dragged them downstairs. My dad was at church, and my mom was busy in the kitchen, stirring something fragrant on the stove.
Once I got to the bottom of the stairs, a sharp knock sounded at the door.
“Mom? Are you expecting anyon
