“Miss Kitty,” Beryl said to her cat as she flopped onto the living room sofa, “I’m getting too old for this traveling stuff. You might be seeing a lot more of me than you used

“Forty-three, fifty-eight,” Sylvie said, smiling at Pat Carter. She didn’t receive a smile back, it wasn’t in the woman’s personality.   While Mrs. Carter filled out her check, Sylvie finished sacking the groceries. “Would you

“Order!” Lucy called through the window into the kitchen.   Joe grinned at her as he pulled the ticket from the clip. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”   “It’s the coffee,” she replied.

“Jason!”   “What?” He didn’t know what was coming, but didn’t think he’d done anything that would get him into trouble.   “Could you come out here, please?”   Whew. This was about her wanting

Andy waved goodbye to her grandchildren as her son pulled out of the driveway, then closed the front door and went back inside. She took in a long breath and started picking up the leftover

“You’re home.” Dana Lyndsay opened the front door and looked at her son, Jeff, in surprise. “What are you doing here? How long can you stay?” “Hello to you, too, Mom,” Jeff said, still standing

“Here,” Doug Randall said, tossing a bag of potato chips to his best friend, Billy Endicott. “Mom said I’m not eating enough and sent a ton of food for lunch today.” “Dude,” Billy held up

“I’m bored. There’s nothing to do around here.” Andrew Donovan flopped onto his bed, face down. When he didn’t get a response, he lifted his head enough so that he could peek over at his