girls could have choices.”
Lauren swallowed.
“Exactly.”
“What?”
“You wanted me to have choices until I chose something you didn’t respect.”
For two seconds, Vivian said nothing.
I thought she might finally hear it.
Then she reached for the apron.
“Fine. Give it back if everybody is going to turn a gift into an insult.”
Lauren didn’t release it.
“No.”
Vivian frowned.
“No?”
“I want it.”
“Why?”
Lauren met her mother’s eyes.
“So I remember this conversation accurately tomorrow.”
That ended everything.
Vivian grabbed her purse.
“I came here after
