“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.
I was completely amazed at my actual writing.
I remember writing that question down on the paper at our kitchen table!
I inhaled.
“That original paper was taken away from you by your husband,” Laura told her.
My father then told me to make a clean signature page, no your margin question.
“And you did?” Dad asked, sharply.
I wouldn’t forge her signature.” Laura said defensively.
“So your husband himself wrote her name right under his father’s nose.