not angry or afraid.
He was bored.
Your daughter decided last night was the perfect time to have a hysterical meltdown, he said. I’m hosting my CEO for Thanksgiving dinner today, and I don’t have time for trash in my house.
A woman laughed behind him.
Sylvia.
Tell her to take that pathetic girl back where she came from, Sylvia said loudly. And tell her I expect payment for my five-thousand-dollar Persian rug. That brat ruined it.
Five thousand dollars.
She said it as though a human life could be
