“So you must be, like, starving.” Audrey stirs her coffee.
One slim shoulder lifts. “I’m used to not eating.”
Ah, yes, a lifetime of eating disorders has prepared her for any inconvenience this town can throw at her.
“Anyway,” Mother continues. “When can I expect you two to be returning home?”
I set my cup to the side and lean forward, my elbows on the table, because I know it will drive her crazy. “Mother. I am home. This is my home. I’m staying here, and Audrey is staying with me.”
My mother’s gaze sharpens. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’d be wasting your life here. Both of you.”
“I’m living my life,” I say.
“By working at an old, rundown theater and cavorting with a nobody attorney?”
“It’s my choice.”
“You’re choosing wrong.”
“So? Even if I am, it’s my mistake to make, not yours.” I wrap my fingers around my coffee mug, grounding myself.
“I’m trying to give you opportunities,” she says.
“You’re trying to control me.”
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“Something you’re failing to realize here is that we don’t need your permission.”
Audrey nods. “We’re telling you how this is going to be.”
Her eyes narrow. “You’re making a mistake.”
“Maybe,” I say. “But you aren’t responsible for our lives or happiness. We’re both adults. If you’re upset about my life choices, then that’s your problem. I’m happy here. I’m happy with Spencer. Whether you are happy or not, that’s up to you.”
The waitress returns with menus. “Would you ladies like to order?”
I stand up. “No. I think we’re done here.”
“This isn’t over,” she says.
“No,” I agree. “But this part is.”
I walk toward the door, Audrey following.
She calls after us. “I only want what’s best for both of you.”
We walk out. I don’t turn around.
“Oh my god,” Audrey whispers. “That was incredible.”
My hands are shaking, just a little. “We have to go see Spencer and prepare. I guarantee she’s going to contest the will. But I thought of a way we might be able to get some power back.”
I just need to send something to Spencer.
“So, your mom was your manager when you were a kid, which means you should have a Coogan account.” Spencer clicks something on his computer.
“I’ve heard of that.” My hands clench on the armrests.
