“You made me a lemon cake,” Maya said.

“Oh, don’t.” Evelyn’s mouth twisted.

“Don’t stand there and do the little orphan act with me.

I know exactly what you are.

You’ve had that apartment sitting there since you were thirty and you wouldn’t let it go for your own husband, and I said to him from the beginning, that girl has never had anybody, she’ll hold onto anything you let her hold onto—”

She stopped.