In late August, one week before Tiffany's birthday, Karen carried a coffee pot out to her husband on the terrace of the lakefront mansion. Darren had just finished a round of golf. He leaned back comfortably in his chair and held out his cup.
"It's been almost three months. Emily should know by now how hard it is to live on her own."
Karen filled his cup and nodded. "After standing in that fried chicken place all day, she'll understand how hard it is to earn money. You spoiled her too much before. She thinks good grades give her the right to tell her parents what to do."
Darren gave a satisfied grunt. "Let her come back. The housekeeper just quit. She can stay in that room on the first floor until school starts."
Karen nodded and took out her phone.
Tiffany lazily flipped through invi
