A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
Leo looked down at the linoleum.
“Yes, ma’am.
I understand.”
“Out,” Vanessa said.
Leo slid past her and rushed out the door.
I stood up, still holding the damp napkin.
“That was completely uncalled for, Vanessa,” I said.
“He’s nineteen, and he was just being polite.”