***
The meeting concluded with Aunt Margaret saying she was going to allow everyone to stay in her house, and the others sped off to pick out their rooms. Padma and I remained behind, with Aunt Margaret and Amelia in tow. Asher had gone off to show the others the rooms, so it was just us girls. And for the first time in ages, I started feeling some sense of normalcy return.
“Well, it’s high time we did something,” Aunt Margaret said as we sat down in the kitchen. “I’m sick and tired of that suave bastard getting his way.”
“Yeah, Carlos always did have a way with the ladies,” Amelia said. “Too bad his heart is too rotten to actually make them happy.”
“Hey!” Padma said. “That’s my husband you’re talking about.”
“Oh, honey,” Aunt Margaret said, “husbands are like purses. No matter how g
