Daniel had no answer.

“When you want me to see my grandchildren, bring them to my apartment. With respect. No shouting. No asking for money. No using my love as a wallet.”

Rebecca muttered, “So dramatic.”

Margaret finally looked at her. “No, Rebecca. Dramatic was leaving a seventy-three-year-old woman alone on Thanksgiving with a note on the refrigerator.

This is called consequence.”

And she walked toward the taxi without looking back.