Rosalind’s trembling finger came up and pointed at my chest.

“You planned this,” she said.

“You planned this entire humiliation, to ruin my special day.”

“No,” I said steadily.

“I did it to stop subsidizing grown adults who always seem to have plenty of money the moment they want to spend it on themselves.”

Chapter 9 — Aunt Beatrice

It was Aunt Beatrice who broke the family’s ranks.

She stepped up to the table and picked up one of the printed bank statements and studied it, and then she looked at me.