“I’M OUT OF tea,” Jane’s mother called out as Jane slipped on her coat. “Pick some up for me.”
Jane sighed. Her mother was always out of something. “What kind?”
“Constant Comment.” Her mother came out of the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. “You look nice today.”
“Thanks, mom.” Jane waved and was out the door before her mother could say anything else. If she waited any longer, she’d be late for work.