“I didn’t choose the place, Jake. You did.”
He scoffed, and I heard his mother in the sound. “What did you expect, a five-star resort? Do you know how much that motel cost?”
“Do you know how little it offered?”
My husband threw up his hands, exasperated. “Why do you have to be so dramatic?”
HE SCOFFED.
“Dramatic? You forced me out of my own home because she,” I pointed at Lorraine, “threw a tantrum.”
Lorraine lifted her chin.
“I gave him this house. I have every right to stay here. All I did was tell him my terms.”
I gestured to Jake. “And you followed them.”
He pressed his lips together.
LORRAINE LIFTED HER CHIN.
“That’s how this works,” Lorraine said calmly. “I’m his mother. What I say goes.”
I turned to Jake. “Is that right?”
He wouldn’t look at me.
“I guess that’s my answer.”
