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The Haven

Luncheon with the Humphreys

Her nasty greed earned her the meal she deserved

Photo by Pixzolo Photography on Unsplash

“Harrumph, typical.” Icy breeze of ill-intent wafted into the kitchen. “Told you lunch wouldn’t be ready yet. Never is.”

Bev called over her shoulder, “Hey Frank, Karen. Sit down. Just finishing up your grilled cheese sandwiches.”

Dour expression on her face, Bev’s mother-in-law plopped into her chair. Arms crossed…

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