Tracie said, staring up at the small A-frame house. Anna Marie ignored her sister’s condescending tone. “It’s comfortable.” “And you live here with other, um…?” she searched for a word. “Boarders? Yes.” “What do they do?” “They don’t work. They’re retired.” I think. “What did they used to do?” “I don’t know.” “You mean you’re living with people you don’t know anything about? Do you think that’s wise?” “They’re harmless.” “I still think you should check. You probably don’t have enough money to afford to do a background check, so I’ll do it for you.” She followed Anna Marie inside and stopped. “Why is there a spiderweb in that corner? You need a housekeeper.” “I have someone who does the cleaning.” “Then fire her and get someone who knows how to do it right.” “Keep your voice down. They’re in the next room.” Anna Marie walked into the living room. “This is my sister, Tracie.” Each of them introduced themselves and Tracie smiled, then excused herself to use the restroom.
