Page 162 of The Housekeeper


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“She adoredyou,” I reminded her.

“Only because when she looked at me, she saw herself. Dad’s the same. You’re looking at the sum of their worst parts.”

I shook my head. “You’re nothing like either one of them.”

She smiled. “I’m not so sure about that.”

I reached over to grab her hand. “I am.”


I dropped Tracy off at her apartment, then stopped by my office to check on the day’s transactions, although it wasn’t necessary. I could have easily done this by phone. But the truth was that I was in no hurry to get home. Harrison would have picked up the kids from camp by now. He would have checked his emails.

“What are you going to do about Harrison?” Tracy had asked me, as if sensing my indecision, as I pulled to a stop in front of her building.

“I don’t know,” I was forced to admit. “What wouldyoudo?”

“Me? Probably cut off his you-know-what and feed it to the pigeons in the park.”

“Lovely. Thank you for that.”

“My pleasure,” she said, exiting the car. “Call me if you need help holding him down.”


I could hear Harrison yelling even before I reached our front door.

“Hello? Harrison? What’s all the yelling about?” I asked, entering the foyer and approaching the stairs.

“I didn’t do anything!” I heard my son cry out from somewhere above me.

“Don’t lie to me!” Harrison shouted.

“What’s going on, sweetie?” I asked, as Sam came running down the stairs, all but flying into my arms, his beautiful face awash in tears.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Harrison appeared at the landing, his face flushed with anger. “The hell you didn’t.”

“Mommy!” Daphne cried, pushing past her father to join her brother and me at the bottom of the stairs.

“What’s going on?” I asked again.

“Stay out of this,” Harrison warned. “And stop coddling them. Sam, get away from your mother.”

In response, Sam hugged me even tighter.

“I didn’t do it,” he cried into the folds of my skirt.

“Do what?”

“Daddy says that Sammy broke his computer,” Daphne said.

My breath froze in my chest. “What do you mean, he broke your computer?”

“The little shit erased half my emails,” Harrison fumed.

I felt my whole body tremble. It hadn’t occurred to me that Harrison might blame Sam for what I’d done.

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