CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Please, Georgie, I really thought you would have mellowed a bit by now,” said Evelyn, slipping into her white blouse and buttoning it over her bra. “You have to meet Celia and the children. Whether you like it or not, they’re family.”
“They’re not family, Evey!” replied Georgia, pulling her trousers up. “You’re my family, Livvy’s my family, that’s it. These people are just imposters. They never lived with Daddy! They’re not his children!”
“You know, for such a clever person,” she replied, “you sure are stupid, sometimes. You’ve seen the photos. You can see how happy Daddy was with them. You can see Daddy in their faces, especially in William’s. Celia has all this history with Daddy that we didn’t know about. You need to come with me to meet them this afternoon, please.
