she'd stopped crying. Jenny rested in the middle of the floor. Her faced pressed down on the boards made her cheek look all baloony. She'd ransacked the place. All the stuff in it was hers.
The day before had been replete with her typical mommy duties which included getting her girl ready for preschool and dropping her off, followed by shopping, laundry, and other chores. Added to her schedule were a few turse and quitely stand offish phone conversations with her husband Mario, par for the course. PAR FOR THE COURSE.