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Martha finally turned, her eyes flashing. "This house is mine. It was your father’s. It’ll be yours when I’m gone, and not a second sooner. I’m not signing a piece of paper that says I’m a guest in my own kitchen."
"Protection from what? My own children?" Martha’s voice cracked. matures incest pussy
Sarah snapped. "From yourself! You left the stove on twice last week, Mom. Elias is the one who found the curtains scorched. Why does he have to be the martyr and I have to be the villain just because I want you safe?" Martha finally turned, her eyes flashing