“Mom, you know Caleb and I are struggling to breathe under the weight of our mortgage and car loan payments and my mother-in-law has been diagnosed with breast cancer and needs treatment, I…”
Isabel interrupted me impatiently. "What are you talking about? In the end—isn't it just that you two are useless?"
“Ronan knows how to make money work for him, while you two can't even save your dead-end salaries. Giving it to you would be a waste. This is final—no discussion!”
I looked up blankly. My husband was still busy in the kitchen, while my sister, Viola Meier and her husband, Ronan Meier, were leisurely drinking tea in the living room.
"Since you've all given your money to Viola, then go find her for anything from now on."
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I pulled my husband, Caleb Leinert, who was cooking spicy crayfish, out of the kitchen.
My mother chased after us, her face full of anger.
“You get rude and give me attitude after I said a few words? You think you're so great now? Did I say something wrong? You're just not as good as your sister.”
"A supermarket warehouse clerk, like you, trying to eat Arkansas black apple like Viola? Will you die if you don't try to save your face?"