On page 2 of October’s True Story:
A Perfect Tenant
Makes a Great Boyfriend
“I think you’ll find everything in order,” Mrs. Thomas said. “Mr. Laud, the former tenant, was very neat, so there really wasn’t much cleanup to do.”
“I don’t know why you need an apartment anyway, Jacky,” my mother clucked. “You have your very own room at home with Dad and me, there’s plenty of privacy, and you don’t have to pay rent.”
Rolling my eyes, I ignored my mother’s plea, and followed Mrs. Thomas into the kitchen. While I’d missed my parents tremendously while I was away, I knew I’d never be able to live under their roof again. For one thing, I was through taking orders, no matter how much I knew my parents loved me. After four years in the army, I was ready to make my own decisions. Good or bad.