Burned Again

Sandra From Sandra's Desk 2 Comments

The mess covered the entire kitchen, an outspoken witness to the evening of feasting and fun. Cyndi put her hands on her hips as she called out to her husband and daughter, “Peter. Jenny. I could use some help out here.” She held her breath. “Coming, Mom.” Twelve-year old sweetness resounded down the hall A gravelly reply arrived from the …