At the table

My sister started too, three weeks after me. We compare notes badly and lovingly.

My son asked why I was not eating my dinner. I gave him a bad answer, thought about it all evening, and gave him a better one on Saturday.

A relative said something at the table that I have been carrying around for a fortnight.

Hid the box for two months. Not sure who from, exactly, in a house this size.

Nel needs out.