Laura set the groceries on the counter, pulled a seltzer from the bag, threw the rest of the box in the fridge.
Didn’t offer Teri one, though she knew she would have said yes.
The glow from Teri’s computer and a homemade Allroy nightlight were the only illuminations once the fridge was closed.
“There are footprints from the house to the front walk. They’re yours, don’t try to deny it.”
Laura slammed the seltzer and worked up a belch on purpose to annoy Teri because she was annoyed.
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