stood near the sink, scrolling on her phone.
She looked up only after Margaret had stayed silent too long.
“Mom, Daniel’s just trying to make things easier,” she said.
“Easier for who?” Margaret asked.
Daniel sighed, and the sigh was familiar.
He had used that same sound as a teenager when Margaret reminded him to take out the trash, and again as a young man when Robert corrected him in front of the warehouse crew.
“We need to be practical,” he said.
Practical became the word of the night.
Practical
