He glared at the medical bill and frantically crunched numbers with a pencil.
I let out a sharp, mirthless laugh.
Turns out that when you are at a loss for words, laughter is the only escape.
He fumbled to put the pencil away.
"I will cover your share of Chloe's medical fees," he said. "Call it my way of making amends. Her burns are bad. Once you are better, apologize to her."
"Get the hell out!"
I grabbed anything within reach and flung it his way.
Under the crowd's mocking stares, I looked like a raving lunatic, a far cry from the sweet, composed Iris everyone knew.
But I did not care anymore.
Leo swallowed his pride, his voice tight. "You are hysterical. I will have my mother talk you down."
Thirty minutes later, my mother-in-law, Susan Tylor, and my sister-in-law, Barbara Hay
