Chapter 24
Wendy made me a nutritious breakfast. I was halfway through my meal when Yvonne came bounding in. “Mom, you’re not going to work today,” she declared. “You have to stay home and play with me.”
I looked at her while spooning my gruel. “From now on, I will be going back to work,” I said. “But we’ll sign you up for some fun classes–you’ll have teachers and classmates to keep you company.”
Yvonne’s face paled at the mention of classes. In an instant, she was pointing at me, her voice rising to a wail. “I don’t want classes. You’re mean. I hate you. I’m telling Grandma.” She turned and ran toward the door to find her grandmother.
“Come back,” I commanded, my voice icy. “Go ahead–try telling on me.”
Yvonne’s face was still wet with crocodile tears. She turned to look at me, her eyes wide–almost like she was seeing me for the first time. And for just a second, I caught a flicker of fear.
I set my bread down slowly, took a sip of lemon water, and fixed her with a cold stare. “Yvonne, I’m your mother. I brought you into this world. You will respect me.
“But if you’d rather have a different mother, go ask your father. I won’t stand in your way.”
Yvonne wasn’t stupid. She blinked, getting the message quickly. After a pause, she inched closer, clutching my arm. “Mom, I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I won’t talk back again. And I won’t tattle to Grandma. I know you love me best.”
I studied my daughter–so clever and perceptive. It hurt to remember how, in my previous life, she’d still been taking Tracy’s side even when she was thirty years old.

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