Laundry Mat Mear Me Novels & Stories

I run my nails through my scalp and shiver at the pain it brings but I don't loosen the pressure. "Where are your cleaning supplies?" Carol gives me a puzzled look. "It's midnight, dear. What could you possibly—" "Under the kitchen sink," Mason calls in a heavy exhale. "Knock yourself out with my room first if you want. I need some laundry done." "She is not a housekeeper, Mason," Carol snaps in heavy defense. "No, it's fine," I say. "I really could use the distraction." She gives me a demure nod, and I hurry to gather a few rags and sprays.