Can’t Take It
The next day, as he entered the house, he was welcomed by the clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen, as well as the sound of shouted voices. His heart fell. He knew what he was about to go into. Petunia’s dislike for Jennifer was no secret, and it appeared that her presence had simply exacerbated it. Joe discovered Jennifer in the kitchen, her back tense as she scrubbed vigorously at the counters. Petunia stood opposite her, a scowl engraved deep into her wrinkled face. “What’s going on here?” Joe’s voice sliced through the tense atmosphere like a knife.
Can’t Take It
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