Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 7
In the morning, Dad was still sleeping. Mom came into my room after knocking. She was carrying some laundry which I had left in the dryer. Normally she would leave it until she could use the machines after work. “Mom?” I sat up in bed, stretching my arms high. She spoke softly. “I shouldn’t have run out like that, yesterday. I’ll say more later, but I was dealing with personal stuff. It had nothing to do with you.” She dropped the clothes on my desk, for me to fold, and left. Nell knocked seconds later. “What was that about?” “Clothes. Step in and fold them for me.” I spoke somewhat lordly and grinned.” “You are a persistent piece of shit.” She continued to stand in the doorway. “Resistance is futile.” I said robotically. Her lips …