Hadlee poked her head in, “hi mom. Can I come in?”
She patted the bed beside her and then saw her sandwich still there. She happily lifted it up and took a bite. She’d had a decent breakfast earlier but had thrown up not ten minutes after eating.
“Dad said we should be looking at houses. He said when you’re done mixing music for dance class, he wants us to look at more places.”
She nodded and sighed. House hunting was not fun.
“You haven’t liked any of the houses.” Hadlee accused her.
“No. They don’t feel like a home.”
“Is it because they’re all too big?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged as she tugged the roast beef from the inside of her sandwich and happily shoved it into her mouth. “Maybe I just need to pick one and get used to it.”
“Shamia told me Mrs. Brown told them this mornin
