He answered immediately. “Claire? Did you get her to change her mind?”
I glanced across the table at Margaret. “No. Your attempt to manipulate me failed, Daniel. Your mother explained everything.”
“What? But-but you two hate each other. Why would she — you! What did you say to her? This is all your fault!”
“Daniel, everything that’s happened to you is your own fault.”
I hung up.
Across the table, Margaret calmly raised her teacup and took a slow sip.
For the first time in twenty years, Margaret and I were finally on the same side.
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