Trying To Mediate The Mothers
Later that night, as they lay in bed, Joe looked at Jennifer, his countenance disturbed. “Are you okay?” he inquired softly, his voice full of concern. Jennifer nodded, a false smile flickering over her lips. “I am alright, Joe. “Just tired,” she said, yet her eyes revealed the anguish seething beneath the surface. She was a strong, independent lady who could handle herself, but he knew she needed help dealing with his bothersome mother.
Trying To Mediate The Mothers
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