My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
My mother turned around, her face pale under the kitchen light. She smoothed her skirt again, her palms pressing flat against her thighs.
“You are using their memory to justify your own selfishness,” she said. “Your sister has opportunities, Emily. Real business opportunities. She needs capital, and you are sitting on three hundred thousand dollars of equity.”
“Ashley has fifty thousand dollars of credit card debt from her last online venture,” I said. “I saw the pre-qualification notices in the mail pile last month.”
My mother froze, her hand hovering over the dish towel. “That is none of your business.”
“It is my business when she tries to carve up my backyard to pay for it,” I said.
“You have no heart,” my mother said. She turned her back to me and began stacking the clean mugs on the counter. “Go back to the dining room. Your father wants to speak to you.”
The dining room was quiet when I walked back in. Ashley had moved away from the table, but her heavy leather folder was gone from the sideboard.
