A Nasty Piece Of Work
Petunia huffed, casting a scornful gaze at Jennifer. “If only your wife would actually do something useful around here instead of lazing about all day,” she grumbled under her breath. Jennifer’s eyes blazed with pain, but she stayed mute, her hands preoccupied with making dinner. Joe’s heart sunk when he saw her wounded expression. He knew she was doing her best to win over his mother, but it felt impossible. He wished he could spend more time at home to discover what was actually going on.
A Nasty Piece Of Work
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