Mom ignored that.
“You got years of help from her. You lived there for free. She paid for things. She saved for you while I was raising two children.”
“You got years of help from her.”
I stared at my mother.
“Grandma wasn’t payment for losing my mother.”
She flinched.
“Don’t twist this.”
“I’m not.”
“You always act like you were the only one who went without something.”
“Grandma wasn’t payment for losing my mother.”
“I was four.”
“I was young too!”
Mom looked from one daughter to another.
Then she tried again.
“You had Grandma. They had me.”
“Those weren’t equal things you got to trade.”
“I was young too!”
“I didn’t say they were.”
“You just did.”
Mom gripped the little bag.
“I intended to replace some of it.”
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“With what?”
She looked away.
“The car?”
No answer.
“I intended to replace some of it.”
“The laptops?”
Phoebe stared at her own hands.
“I didn’t know.”
“I know you didn’t.”
Lena opened the bag she had brought and pulled out her laptop.
“Sell it.”
“I know you didn’t.”
Mom blinked.
“What?”
“Sell mine. Put the money back.”
Phoebe spoke immediately.
“Mine too.”
“No.”
Both sisters looked at me.
“You don’t owe me what she bought you.” Then I looked at Mom. “She does.”
“Sell mine. Put the money back.”
Mom’s face turned pale.
“So what now? You’re going to report me?”
“I already asked the bank about challenging the withdrawal.”
“You’re doing this to your own mother?”
“You went to the bank first.”
“You’re going to report me?”
“Margot, I had access to that account.”
“That doesn’t make the money yours.”
“I was going to fix it.”
“When?”
She had no answer.
“Sell the car,” I said.
Her head snapped up.
“What?”
“I was going to fix it.”
“Start putting it back.”
“I need a car.”
“You needed that car?”
She looked at the polished vehicle behind her.
The answer was obvious.
Her voice lowered.
