"Look at her." Linda pointed at me. "She's obviously making things hard for me. I already posted on social media that I'm going to Miami Beach. I promised I'd bring gifts back for my friends."
My brother's face darkened. "Gracie, what is this supposed to mean?"
"What else could it mean?" Linda jumped in, her tone dripping with false sympathy. "Obviously she never planned to hand the company over to our son."
"You're already in your mid-thirties. Unmarried. Health problems too. We felt sorry for you—that's why we said you shouldn't travel that far."
"And now look—biting the hand that feeds you. Someone this cold-blooded by nature? I say when she gets old, Ethan shouldn't care whether she lives or dies."
"Best if she gets dragged off by wolves and torn apart by dogs."
"Enough." My brother stopped her. He looked at me. "Gracie, don't blame your sister-in-law for being blunt. What she said is the truth."
"You're not married. You don't plan to get married. When you're old, who's going to take care of you? My Ethan, that's who."
"Everything you have is already his. Don't get confused."