Chapitre 18: Chapter 18

“You should have left the funeral arrangements to us! What right did you have to make them without even consulting us?” Dorothy demanded.

Raine had gone very pale. “I-I was his wife.”

Dorothy huffed. “His wife? Don’t you think we all knowwhat you did?”

“I—”

Standing fairly close to my sister were Autumn and Summer, looking very confused and lost.

“Mom, why don’t you take the girls into the kitchen?” I suggested, glancing toward my mother.

She nodded. “That’s an excellent idea. We can look at all the yummy food.” She walked over to the girls, cast what could only be considered a glare at Dorothy, and then put a hand on each of their shoulders, leading them from the room.

“Joe was planning on divorcing you,” Dorothy continued without missing a beat.

“We’d reconciled,” Raine whispered, and I had to strain to hear her.

“Reconciled? Maybe you thought so, but—”