Gertrude was as hot as a kettle of a fried fish when I arrived. She’d let herself in and was rummaging through my kitchen cabinets. The good china she’d given us for a wedding present was on the island along with other knickknacks I’d received from her over the years. A stack of packing paper was on one side, and she was instructing her housekeeper what to pack.
“I’m sorry I’m late, but I had a business meeting at City Center.”
My mother-in-law hit me with a pinched expression. “I expected as much. That’s why I had Matilda come with me.”
“Matilda, can you give us a moment?”
The middle-aged Latina set a plate in the open box and hurried from the room. I waited until I heard the front door open and close before speaking.
“Gertrude, what are you doing? The last time I checked, Ryan’s things were in the study and our bedroom.”
“His things include the family china too,” she said harshly.
I slammed my purse on the island. “Let me see if I have this correct. Because Ryan is no longer alive, you don’t consider me family.”
It wasn’t a question. Like I said, Gertrude wasn’t my biggest fan.
She smiled thinly. “That’s correct. I’m taking back what you should have never been allowed to own.”
That did it.
I clenched my hand. “I want you to listen carefully, you arrogant ass bitch. You will not take one item out of this house. I lost my husband and child through no fault of my own. You won’t pillage my belongings too!”
“We’ll see about that. My lawyer—”
“Can’t do a damn thing! Now, get the hell out!”
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