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“… Before we begin, I have a question.” I said, clasping my fingers as I braced myself to speak. “It’s about Lucien’s mother.”
Grandmother didn’t respond at first, instead she took a sip of her tea, eyes fixed ahead.
When she finally spoke, her words made me uncomfortable.
“You mean the housekeeper?”
“Grandmother, she’s my husband’s mother—”
“Well, I only remember her as an old housekeeper,” she said in a matter-of-fact way.
My jaw clenched as my fingers folded into fists.
I shouldn’t have asked. I shouldn’t have said anything, but I needed to know how she was involved with my family. I needed to know every detail.
“Well,” she shrugged, “ask your question. We don’t have all day.”
I hated the way she acted like the woman wasn’t worth talking about.
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