Eight
Don’t catch a chill. Deirdre wanted to shake her head at herself, but instead she bent back over the microscope. What are you, your mother?
Not even remotely close. Alison Graves had been an R.N., someone who always seemed in control, even when in reality her world was falling apart. Not once had Deirdre ever heard her mother utter a bad word about her father, even in the face of his obvious betrayal. Maybe she complained to her friends, but Alison was old-fashioned about certain things, and one of them was bad-mouthing her children’s father anywhere they might hear.
Deirdre was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been able to display that kind of forbearance. No, she would have told everyone what a cheating asshole Stephen Graves was, and would have made sure he paid as much alimony as
