“Are you sure, sweetie?” Grace asked in that sweet voice she used when she wanted something. A voice I knew all too well after 15 years of watching her manipulate my son. “She won’t get mad?”
“My mom won’t say a thing,” Edward replied.
“She lives here for free, eats our food, uses our utilities. It’s the least she can do. Help us out a little.
Besides, she’s old now. What does she need all that money saved for? We have expenses.
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