I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

she bruised herself?”

Claire spoke so softly I barely heard her.

“I didn’t bruise myself.”

Andrew’s expression hardened instantly.

Margaret placed her wineglass on the table with an audible click.

“She became emotional,” she said dismissively. “Andrew had to restrain her before she embarrassed everyone. Sometimes wives need reminding where the line is.”

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