"What expectation do you have, Clara?" Emily ventured. "I know you never had a warm and fuzzy childhood. But you're all grown up now, with a walking bullion van for a husband at your side. What more do you even expect from them? You're not loved there it's obvious."
"Beats me. Thing was, Dylan discovered it and told me, in not too nice terms."
"The asshole." Emily said out loud.
"We'll talk about that asshole part later. I walked over to my mother and asked her. She told me to go talk to my father. When I did, he didn't deny it nor did he admit to having anything to do with the picture shelf."
"So you don't believe them?"
"Didn't I tell you that it's the bloody truth?" Clara asked, in the manner of reminding her friend about her previous words. She had no doubts about the truth. She
