Right now, Matilda had nothing good to say about Leslie. Everything the girl did irritated her.
"This is my grandson's house, which makes it my house too. Are you saying I can't drop by?"
Coming in hot, huh?
Leslie calmly sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.
Matilda didn't take the tea Leslie offered-she had brought her own.
"Grandma, of course you're welcome anytime. But I wouldn't agree that your grandson's home is automatically yours. If that's the case, then yours and Grandpa's place should be ours too, right? So can we come and go as we please over there?"
Sharp. Real sharp.
Matilda's eyes just about rolled to the back of her head, she was that mad.
She nearly forgot the reason she came here in the first place.
But the moment she stepped in, the girl
