He stood in the doorway, hands on hips, head shaking side to side, “You haven’t made a dent in this mess. Twitch your nose like Samantha on Bewitched. We should go now, you’ll have to do this later..”
Frannie sighed, “I wish it were that easy.”
“Learning to do for yourself is one of the reasons we agreed on a college away from home,” her father reminded her. “Your mother can’t take care of you forever.”
“Maybe I should have listened to her and stayed in Philly,” Frannie pouted. I could have gone to Temple and lived at home, and all this stuff would still be in my drawers and closets where it belongs. What was I thinking?”
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