A vibrant display of scented soaps and lotions reminded Annabelle that she had to get something for her mother’s birthday and she stopped to find something her mother could pretend to like. Mother. Mothers. Edith’s mother. With a sharp pang she remembered Edith’s invitation to spend the summer with her family. Something made her feel uneasy about going. Money didn’t intimidate her, she thought as she took a lavender scented bar of soap to counter, but supposedly derranged mothers did.
What’s going to happen next? MYSTERY
The Scribbled Notebook 