“She slapped my ass three times already. Pretty sure she has left permanent marks.” The childishness of my tattle-telling only makes her sigh.

“Why do my grown children behave like ten-year-olds when back under this roof? How do any of you function in the adult world?” She sighs and looks at both of her girls as we systematically shrug.

“Booze.” I offer as an explanation and poking fun at myself.

“Men.” Leila nods. Knowing her poison had been a lot of ...