I can only hope I’ve made the right choice.
Joy strides in with a glare, talking already. “Here are my terms.”
She jabs up a finger. “First: my mom—Terri Smith—gets the best doctor in the city, and a newapartment. You make the call now and get her out of there today. I don’t care whether she agrees. Youget rid of the trash she’s living with, you don’t give him her new address, and you warn him to stay farthe hell away from her.”
Another finger. “Second: Chowder stays here with me.”
Another. “Third.” She pauses, looks around as if weighing the rest of her options, like she knows shehas a blank check and doesn’t have the faintest idea how to spend it. “I want the studio, the paintsupplies.”
Something twists in me, but I ignore it. I look her in the ey
