The Bitter Picnic

I snapped the lid of the second wicker basket shut in the kitchen, and Vera’s voice cut across the counter right on cue.

“Make sure nothing is missing from that list, because we both know you aren’t exactly gifted with brains,” she snapped.

I ground my back teeth together, fighting down the sudden, fierce urge to put her right in her place. When it came to actual intelligence, we both knew she h