Leslie rolled her eyes dramatically. Just as Matilda looked like she might explode, Leslie turned to Lillian with a face full of fake sincerity. "Yeah, sorry about that. I shouldn't have just hit you out of nowhere. Next time, I'll give you a heads-up before I do it. But right now, I'm Broderick's wife-so you should be calling me 'Young Madam' like everyone else. Quit fantasizing."
Lillian, only twenty-three, around the same age as Broderick-just a few months older-felt her face flush from pale to red in an instant.
Even Matilda frowned a little.
She was old and sharp as a tack. Did Leslie figure something out?
Everyone knew Lillian had a thing for Broderick. Matilda had hinted at it before, thinking Broderick might pick up on it, but he'd just flat-out shut it down: "Grandma
