a place to raise a kid. It’s not family friendly. As soon as things get settled here I’ll talk to Sophie and we’ll get her settled in to our place. Where it’s safer. We shouldn’t have listened to Charlene last night. As usual, she took over, told everyone what to do. Then left early this morning before anyone woke up. Leaving me to do the work, making things harder for me, first, by taking mom and dad away from me and now Sophie. That’s my big sister for you, always telling everyone what to do and never helping out. Well enough. Sophie is my friend and I can help her without Charlene. “I don’t understand. Why we are doing this.” My mom says. “You shouldn’t get involved in other peoples problems, it only causes you drama and trouble.” “Mom, Sophie needs help and she’s a friend.” “Someone you’ve known for what? A couple of months? You have no idea what kind of woman she is. I’m just thankful that Lindsay woman took her. I can’t believe you’d even entertained the idea of putting her and her kids up. Nothing but trouble if you ask me.” “I didn’t ask you mom. It’s the Christian thing to do.” “I am sure God would have been just as happy if you’d help her find a shelter and she could have hired someone to do this.” “She has no money.” “Well. The church has people to do this. Trained people. For a donation they’d have moved her. You didn’t need to take it upon yourself.” “No one made you come mom. If you want I’m sure Justine could drive you and dad back to the house.” “Your father better not be helping those boys with that couch. His heart.” “My heart is just fine. Stop worrying. You’re always worrying.” “Of course I worry, what would I do with your body if you keeled over?” “I’m sure you will think of something.” He gives mom a little squeeze. “So how’s it going in here girls?” “Good daddy. We almost have the bedrooms emptied, then all that’s left is the bathroom and the kitchen.” “Sounds like you have it all under control. The boys and I are going to go unload the truck.” “Howard. Your heart.” My mom says. “Stop your worrying. I’m the foreman. I just stand around and give orders.” He winks at me. We get the bathroom packed up in record time. It’s 2:00 when we finally finish packing up the kitchen. She really doesn’t have that much stuff. “I have to run and get the kids from school. Will you be OK ‘til I get back Rose?” Justine ask me. “Of course. Thank you so much for all your help.” Good dependable Justine. She should have been my sister for real instead of Charlene and Grace. I’m just thankful that Gary married her and they live so close. I don’t know what I’d do without her. “Justine dear can you give me a ride back to Rose’s place?” “You’re abandoning me too mom?” “You’re pretty much done here.” “What the Fuck?” A male voice comes from the door. “Where is my wife?” It’s Craig. “Your wife?” I ask. He looks at me and Justine silently assessing us, as if he’s trying to remember where he knows us from. “Your wife is –“ My mom starts and I pull at her to stop her from saying anything. “I remember you two. You were at the pub and the police station last night.” “Yes we were.” I stand tall. “You were the one who told the cops to arrest me. Where do you get off you fat bitch?” I’m caught off guard by the remark. How dare he call me that? Now I’m angry. “Listen here, you had no right to pull Sophie out like that, embarrassing her and bruising her arm.” He moves towards us. Anger is dripping off him. His fists are balled up and his eyes are full of raw rage. I step back. He steps forward. “She’s my wife. I have every right. You stupid fat bitch whore. Where the fuck is Sophie. My wife. Where is she?” He’s vibrating he’s so angry. I stand up straighter. Taller. Call me names? How dare he? Where