I almost laugh at the absurdity of her words, but I do not have the time to wrangle with her. That is her thing, not mine. How could I miss the home that treats me like an outcast?
Casting her words aside, I try to keep my voice calm so she will not suspect anything.
"I need to speak with your mother, Beth."
"Why in such a haste? I have not received a wedding congratulatory from you. Now is your chance, Isolde. Be nice to your dear sister."
Oh God, I am losing my patience. Someone might come here. Worse, it could be Drogo, and I will be f****d.
"I need to speak with your mother now. It is really important. I am not in for your games, Beth."
"And I can simply end this call."
"Don't! For the love of God. Don't end the call!"
She giggles, and I know she has already caught it. The desp
