I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me

“Margaret.

Have you seen a yellow pad with notes on it?”

“Gemma took it.”

“Did she?” Beverly’s eyes went to the counter.

Then to the table.

Then to the coat rack in the front hall, as if a legal pad might hang itself up there.

“She put it in her purse,” I said.

“Her purse.