Chapter 91

On the couch, Howard, who was trying to read the paper, just shook his head. There was never a moment's peace in this house, no chance for a little quiet time.

He glanced at the two snakeskin bags by the door and frowned. "Elio, coming back is one thing, but hauling in two bags of rubbish? We're already tripping over each other in here. Where's that supposed to go? Just dump it already."

Dylan was at the dining table, chomping on an apple. The last time he had seen Elio's tough side, he had learned to keep his head down. His curiosity, however, did not stop him from eyeing those bags, wondering what was inside. Actual trash, maybe?

"Beat it, and take your trash with you! Evelyn's done with you. Don't you dare come back until you've paid up every last cent," Lana bellowed, as if she was confronting her worst enemy.

Elio was no stranger to his mother-in-law's harsh vibes. He had built up a sort of immunity to her barbs and just shrugged it off, "Look, Evelyn's my wife, no matter what