“Don’t gloat,” I snap. “Mom and Dad believe you. You could murder someone right in front of them and they’d still blame me. You can do no wrong. You won, alright? Just leave me alone.”
Thea turns up her nose. “Don’t act all high and mighty, Esther. You are just jealous that I’m having Garnar’s baby.”
“Why would that make me jealous?” I demand. “I already have two children with the man.”
“You don’t have his love!” Thea says, her mockery quickly dissolving into shouting. “You don’t have his seed growing in your belly right now!”
I recoil at the mental picture. When I recover enough to speak without losing my lunch, I tell her, “I don’t care! Have twenty kids with him! It doesn’t matter to me. Get it through your head, Thea. I don’t want him.”
“You care,” Thea screeches. “You have to car
