"I arrived home in the morning. I did what I always did when I get home, tossed my robes at the moving hooks, took off my god-awful heels and went into the kitchen. Something seemed wrong, I couldn't place it at first, everything appeared as normal. Not a cup out of place, not a dirty dish in the sink, but in the drainer there were two sets of dishes drying, two wine glasses, two water glasses.  I turned back to the doorway where there was a pair of flats by the bench. Just out in the open. And it wasn’t one of my children’s, I know Rose’s style, I know Elestran’s too for that matter, and she isn’t even mine." She smiled fondly at her daughter-in-law.