“We sold the things you used to purchase your way into our lives,” June said.
May slid an envelope across the table toward me.
“The money is in an account for Grandpa.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
She swallowed hard.
“He delayed dental treatment, roof repairs, and retirement because he was raising us. We want to return part of what he sacrificed.”
“Girls…”
“You don’t get to argue,” June said, although her voice began to break. “You’ve spent enough years arguing with bills.”
Lisa suddenly stood.
“You ungrateful girls.”
The insult struck the room like a door slamming shut. I rose so quickly that my chair scraped across the floor.
“Do not call them that inside my home.”
Lisa stared at me.
“Your home?”
“Yes. The house where they grew up. The house you finally remembered when your reputation needed repairing.”
She opened her mouth, but I continued.
