TARA 

We were having homemade beef dip as an early dinner, and as I cooked in the kitchen, Jenna and Nadia played a game of cards on the dining table.

“So, not only did he come in to make your emotionally starved feathers all ruffled up,” Jenna spoke with a cackle, “but he also stood up for you to a rude customer, in front of a crowd, might I add.”

I rolled my eyes as I brought out plates for us to eat. “It wasn’t a big deal, madam,” I said to her, trying to ...