My stomach dropped. One Walton I might handle, but both? And Elizabeth had always been the more formidable opponent.
"Boys, why don't you show Tina that science project in your room?" I suggested, trying to keep my voice casual.
Alex—perceptive as always—frowned. "Is something wrong, Mom?"
"No, sweetheart. I just need to talk to your grandfather and... his wife."
Nelson turned to me. "I can ask her to leave."
The offer surprised me. "Would she listen?"
"Probably not," he admitted. "But I could try, if you prefer."
The doorbell rang again, more insistently this time.
"It's fine," I lied. "Boys, upstairs please. I'll call you when we're done."
After they reluctantly retreated with Tina, I squared my shoulders and opened the door.
Elizabeth Walton stood on my porch, impeccably dress
