As if the woman who'd died at her hands had been some unforgivable criminal.
And Lorraine was the hero who'd rid the Farley family of a plague.
Lorraine shot me a smug, triumphant glance. Then, in the very next breath, she turned to Elmer with a timid, trembling voice.
"But Mr. Farley... the person who died is still Margaret's mother. What if she comes after me?"
Elmer gazed at her, his eyes brimming with tenderness.
"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one will ever hurt you."
With that, he had someone draft a liability waiver on the spot and thrust it in front of me.
"Margaret, your mother was in the wrong first. Her death is her own bad luck—it has nothing to do with Lorraine."
"Out of respect for the fact that we were once husband and wife, I won't pursue your mother for trespassing on my property and dying here, disrupting my mother's homecoming banquet."
"But you will sign this waiver. You will guarantee that this matter ends here. And you will not make trouble for Lorraine."
Vanessa crossed her arms, looking down her nose at me.
"Margaret, your mother got herself killed. Don't you dare try to pin this on Lorraine. Be smart about it and sign the settlement agreement."