said. “I didn’t think you would.”
Her voice dropped. All the cream went out of it.
“Let me be very clear. My daughter has been through enough. We have told everyone in our circle that the children are living at the beach house. If you embarrass Blythe, if you humiliate my family over this, I promise you will regret it.”
“Is that a threat, Laurelai?”
“It’s advice,” she said. “From one mother to another.”
She hung up.
A young man restocking the avocados was staring at me.
“You okay, ma’am?”
