“Miranda.”
e ignored me.
“I just don’t understand why parents allow children to behave so casually. Perhaps it’s different parenting styles.”
Lydia’s expression changed completely.
She put her fork down.
“Do not confuse my children being happy with them being poorly raised.”
The table went silent.
Miranda blinked.
“I didn’t say they were poorly raised.”
“You implied it.”
“I was simply making an observation.”
“You were making a judgment.”
Her voice remained controlled, but I knew Lydia well enough by then to recognize the danger in that calmness.
Miranda crossed her arms.
“Well, if you don’t want people judging your parenting, perhaps you should be more careful about what you allow your children to do.”
That did it.
Lydia pushed her chair back.
“Excuse me?”
I stood immediately.
“Okay. That’s enough.”
Miranda looked at me.
“I haven’t said anything wrong.”
“You have,”
She laughed bitterly.
“You always defend everyone except me.”
I stared at her.
“This isn’t about you.”
“It always becomes about everyone else.”
“Not here.”
I stepped closer.
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“Come outside.”
“Miranda.”
She shook her head.
“You know what? Maybe I shouldn’t have coine.”
“Then don’t turn your decision to come into everyone else’s problem.”
Her eyes flashed.
“You’ve changed.”
“Maybe.”
I glanced toward the children.
“And maybe that’s not a bad thing.”
She stared at me.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then she muttered something under her breath and walked toward the hallway.
I followed.
Once we were far enough from the children, I turned around.
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