Barrett and Beatrice are out of sight now, but Emma hasn’t totally relaxed. The gently throbbing vein on her forehead is proof of that.
“So. You come from money.” I watch her squirm a little in her seat, but there’s no way we’re glossing over that bombshell.
She rolls her eyes. “I haven’t taken a cent from my parents since I graduated high school. And I don’t plan on starting now, either.”
“What about the kids?”
The vein throbs a little harder. “I was thinking of nothing but the kids when I turned down my parents’ offer to help. Beatrice and Barrett come with strings. They always have.”
I want her to tell me more, but she picks up her menu and becomes thoroughly absorbed in it.
And for the rest of lunch, that vein doesn’t go away.
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I almost knock over an old lady in my rush
