“He hung up on me," Mrs. Tidson choked, then said reassuringly, "It's a weekday, and he's very busy. He could be in a meeting right now."
She looked at her daughter and continued to console her, "Well, let's ask the driver to pick us up first. After work, you can meet him. This time, you can't be as capricious as you were three years ago. Apologize to him."
Knowing about the "surrogate" and the "divorce," Narda felt more secure, so she believed her mother's comforting words.
"I won't apologize to him. I haven't spoken to him in three years. Now that I've initiated the conversation, he has ignored me.
Mrs. Tidson noticed his daughter's smile and felt a sense of relief because she knew her words had touched her.
If Mrs. Tidson had not known beforehand that Dexie resembled her daughter,
