Status Updates From The Wren, The Wren

“Her mother and Imelda were strapped in matching black mantillas under which they plied little handkerchiefs with embroidered corners, while Carmel stuck to a packet of Kleenex and the truth.”

Of her mother … “if you spoke to her while she was reading she would look at you from a lovely distance.”
I’d love it if my kids perceived me this way but I am unable to suppress my irritation.

Hating everything about this