When he mentioned she was coming to town, I’d suggested inviting her over. After two years of marriage and seven years together, I thought it was finally time we met.
Everett hadn’t seemed happy about it, but eventually agreed.
“I know this is strange,” he said. “I’m just asking you to give me one day.”
I didn’t like it, but I agreed.
On Saturday, Beatrice arrived with flowers and a homemade pie.
She seemed perfectly lovely.
We were having coffee when she suddenly asked, “So, Rosalie, how long have you been renting a room from Everett?”
I nearly dropped my cup.
“Excuse me?”
“He told me he had someone renting his spare bedroom. I hope he’s been a good landlord!”
I looked at Everett.
He was staring at his coffee.
“Everett? Would you like to explain?”
He quickly laughed.
“Mom, Rosalie’s actually been staying here for quite a while.”
