Packing With A Secret Smile
With the suitcase open on the bed, I started throwing in clothes. Richard was in the next room, grumbling about boundaries.
I had to bite my lip to keep from chuckling. If only he understood how things really stood. It seemed almost unbelievable that the man didn’t know he was kicking me out of my own vacation home.
As I zipped up the suitcase, all I could do was shake my head at his big mistake.