Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

She made her rounds through the mansion, greeting her countless aunts and uncles with a smile that could light up the room.

Then, with her arms folded, she strutted over to Madge, "Well, no offense, but this place is a mess! You ever think of tidying up a bit?"

Madge had tried, but somehow, within half an hour, it would look even worse than before.

Abbey couldn't help herself, "Anyone would think you folks invented laziness, look at this floor, mud all over! And what's that pile on the table? Smells like a dumpster dive."

"Good heavens, this towel's turned black! What's it for, scrubbing the grill?"

Martha snatched it away, "Why are you fussing over my face cloth?"

Abbey was speechless.

"Anyway, tomorrow's Mom's big 80th birthday bash, and sure, we can overlook a bit of mess among family, but what if the neighbors see? Talk about a disgrace. Maybe put in a little effort, dear?"

With a disdainful turn of her head, she acted as though she couldn't bear to look.

Madge's face turned sour.

Irving gave Abbey's sleeve a pull, signaling her to tone it down a bit.

Abbey shrugged him off irritably. Why should she stop? She hadn't even started!

of chaos with a crowd this size is inevitable. You should actually thank us; otherwise, your

choked on her

situation, maybe keep a low profile. Don't

me clean up a bit? You were the one worried about bringing shame

went for

ghost, "I just remembered, I have something urgent

Irving couldn't get out fast

...

the next day was the birthday

hotel banquet, relatives and friends went their

could finally breathe a sigh

night fell and they returned home, they found

Norris was dumbfounded.

what's this? Didn't the shuttle to

more days. When the birthday girl herself says

up offhand,

taken seriously it was, and why not? Staying at Norris' expense wasn't

not be the gracious host if it costs you

Madge exchanged looks, feeling utterly

...