Mattie, Sam’s mom, is in the kitchen, standing at the counter. She didn’t notice us walk in either, and still she hasn’t. She walks over to mum. “Helen, let me get you a cup of coffee.”
“Tea, please,” my mother says without taking her eyes off Jake. My stomach sinks at the sound of her voice. She speaks with her quiet-but-spiteful voice, which begs everyone in the room to listen close, then leaves them wishing they hadn’t.
Mattie, instead of leaving to get the tea, keeps looking at mum. “Helen, come in and have a seat. You too, Ted.”
“Not until I get an apology.”