CHAPTER 34
I PACED BACK and forth in Pippa’s tiny living room, stepping around her coffee table and over discarded dog toys as I went.
“I can’t believe it, Pip. I just can’t. Who does Douglas think he is, refusing me access to my own money?” I paused to take a breath. “Georgia, you’re clearly of unsound mind at the moment. I insist you speak with Dr. Nielsen,” I mimicked. “Unsound mind? Who even says that? He sounded like some nineteenth-century upper-class English twit!”
Pippa watched from the couch as I wore a groove in her carpet. “Deep breaths, Gee, deep breaths.”
“This is to get back at me because I refused to go to his stupid dinner last week, I know it is.”
“He didn’t look too happy at the funeral either.”
I paused my steps, closing my eyes with embarrassment. While Pippa had
