Amelia's POVThe front door just clicked shut behind me when Mom's voice reached me. "Good, you're home."She was standing in the middle of the living room with a laundry basket filled with neatly folded clothes, balanced against her hip. A few loose strands had escaped her headscarf and there was a faint smear of soap near her wrist.I smiled. "Hi, Mom.""No time, baby." She tipped her chin toward the pile of folded laundry waiting by the door. "We've got six deliveries before dark."I sighed. "Already?""We're still catching up from the weekend.”I shrugged off my backpack, setting it beside the basket. "I'll just go change.""Hurry," Mom called after me, shifting the basket higher against her hip. "Mrs. Harrison has already called twice. If we're late again, she'll never let me hear the end of it."I laughed. "Five minutes.""No," she said, pointing a finger at me. "Three."------The last house sat at the end of a quiet street, tucked behind a little, cute fence.Mom shifted the l
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