is gross.”
“You’re right,” I said. “It is gross to bill your brother’s marriage every month and call it love.”
Daniel said my name in a warning voice.
Too late.
Linda stood up. “If you’re going to attack us in our own home, you can leave.”
I did.
Gladly.
Daniel followed me out to the driveway while his mother called after him to “not let me drive off like continue reading …
