A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
She’s totally ruthless when she thinks she has the upper hand.”
“I’m counting on her trying,” I said.
“And what if Ethan takes her side again?” Margaret asked.
“What if he stands there while she rips you apart and doesn’t lift a finger?”
“Then I’ll have my final answer about my son,” I said.
“And I’ll walk away.”
Margaret opened the heavy car door and got into the passenger seat.
She stared straight out the windshield with her jaw clenched.