Chapter 39 The Flats—Part 2

• Since Marybeth always looked on the bright side of life, she gladly welcomed the invitation, lugging the grocery bags in front of her.
• She slammed the door shut behind her, wishing she hadn't, when the dank smell of wet clothes and general unkemptness hit her right about the same time as the lack of light in the room.
• The curtains were drawn in the living room, where two young boys, whose resemblance was so uncanny they could be twins and young enough to still be breastfed, played at their mother's feet.