Denial is not just a river in Egypt
In which Mom gets testy about my assertion that her piano, and my dead Dad’s books and belongings stored in my basement, all reek of secondhand smoke: “We did NOT smoke NEAR the piano!”
In which Mom gets testy about my assertion that her piano, and my dead Dad’s books and belongings stored in my basement, all reek of secondhand smoke: “We did NOT smoke NEAR the piano!”