CHAPTER 53
“It’s not her fault.”
It’s cute the way Jake is trying to protect me from his mother. I need to start giving that boy more credit from time to time.
“Nobody said it was her fault.” Patricia is sitting at one of the dining room chairs, swollen bags under her eyes. Her skin is some shade between yellow and gray, and her hair hangs in ragged, sweaty clumps around her neck. “All I said was if she’d had the common courtesy to tell me she’d be gone for so long, I could have been out here to suction the baby myself.”
“I know how to take care of my own daughter.” Jake’s talking so fast my brain can’t keep up in time to form a response of my own.
“Nobody said anything about knowing how to do it.” She’s lecturing her son like he’s a six-year-old asking why Daddy has so many late even
