“My darling girl, this was all a terrible misunderstanding!
I have always adored you — Declan was simply under so much stress—”
“A few hours ago,” I said, “you called your own granddaughter a curse.”
She went white.
“I was upset—”
“Now you’ll have all the time you need to calm down.
The Bel Air estate returns to the Crawford trust in the morning.
Your supplemental cards are already canceled.
And the personal expenses you charged to your son’s company are part of the federal audit.” She sank toward the floor, gasping that she had nowhere to go.
“Where did you tell me to go,” I said, “every time I asked you for a little respect?