“Pat! What brings you home so early?” said Lisa.
Ignoring her daughter-in-law, Pat made her way up the stairs and into her room, humming to Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons” that was being played from the record player.
“Pat, I was worried about you.”
Paying no attention to Lisa, Pat opened her drawer and took out a sealed document. “I truly care about you Pat.” Pat’s humming came to a sudden halt as she approached Lisa at the door. “My son may fall for your lies,” said Pat as she moved closer to Lisa, “but I see right through them. You married him for his money, and this document proves it.” With the document in hand, Pat exited her room and began walking down the stairs. Vivaldi’s music came to a close and the smell of teatime muffins in
