“You wouldn’t.”
“I already did.”
Tessa came rushing outside.
She was still wearing pajama pants.
“You’re selling my house?”
“No,” I said. “I’m selling my house.”
She looked at Ron.
Then Linda.
Then me.
“But we live here.”
“I know.”
“Where are we supposed to go?”
I looked at her.
“That’s something you should have thought about before throwing a shoe at my pregnant wife.”
Tessa’s face reddened.
“That was an accident.”
“It was not.”
“She made me angry!”
Clare finally spoke.
“I was sitting in a chair.”
Tessa opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Ron stepped forward.
“You’re not seriously going to throw your parents out over this.”
“No,” I said. “I’m not throwing my parents out over a chair.”
I paused.
“I’m ending a five-year arrangement because the people I rescued have decided they are entitled to the rescue.”
Linda began crying.
