“Nadia! Dinner! For heaven’s sake, where is that child!” Ellen was exasperated. Ever since Joe had moved in permanently after the wedding, Nadia’s behavior had gotten worse. She was bound to adjust, but in the meantime, she made everyone’s life difficult.

“Well, that’s it. We’re not going to wait dinner on her,” she decided. “She can eat cold leftovers if she doesn’t show up.”

“Ah, it’s gotta be hard on the kid, El,” Joe said, forking a pork chop onto his plate. “She’s not used to guys in her life, that’s the problem.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault, is it?”

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