My mother cleared her throat. “Clearly I wasn’t calling her a poor hussy now. The idea that she changed by being around you was implied.”
“Geez, Susan, come on,” Rob said with a laugh and stood up to join the conversation. “You basically just insinuated that she used to be a hussy.”
“For the last time, Robert, do not call me by my first name. I am your mother.”
“You haven’t been acting like it,” he mumbled.
She sighed and turned back to me. “I’ve apologized to you and your brother. And your wife, James. I don’t know what else you want from me. Anyone who marries into wealth understands common associations with doing such a thing. Where do you think the term gold digger came from?”
“We’re leaving,” I said.
Penny grabbed my arm. “No, it’s okay. Honestly, she’s right. Not about the huss
