“Hannah, she’s seventy years old.”

“She’s sixty-five.”

“You know what I mean.

She’s not going to change and all I’ll do is start a war, and then it’s Christmas and Easter and every birthday for the next twenty years, and Paige gets stuck in the middle, and Dad has to live with her.” He indicated and changed lanes.

“And it’s not like she’s saying it to hurt you.”

I looked out of the window.