Marjorie storms off the dinner table.
I follow her quickly to the car, leaving Billie and Noah snickering and making fun of Marjorie.
"You better divorce grandma, babe!" Billie shouts. "You belong with me not with that dusty rusty piece of shìt!"
I slam the door.
I don't know if I'm mad or impressed with Billie. Mad because she just wrecked my plan to save my lover and kids from this pathetic life. Impressed that she dared talk to Marjorie like that. Everyone I know is scared of Marjorie and the power she has. But Billie doesn't give a flying fùck. She's more powerful and prominent than Marjorie and she knows it.
The ride back home is silent. I'm busy driving. Marjorie is busy staring outside the window and rolling a strand of hair on her finger. She must have dyed her hair recently b
