Noticing a deck of cards on the counter, she paused.
While my relationship with Martha LeBlanc, nee Rossi, dated back to our play pen years and kindergarten days, lately we've hiked different paths, reducing our contact to Christmas cards and once a month phone calls.
We're a house of cards in a windstorm, held together by God knows what.
I can get each of you two sets of ID, birth certificate, passport, driver's license, charge cards and a brief history that will check out.
I knew from the start we were a house of cards in a windstorm, but you were the glue that held us together.