Meghan:When my mother says she’s “just stopping by,” it never means just stopping by.It means inspection.Evaluation.Assessment.And I knew that she often had so much in mind when she was coming in to throw whatever she was going to say when she did.She arrived mid-afternoon, perfume familiar, heels clicking across the marble floors like she owned them, or at least intended to make sure I wasn’t swallowed by them.“Where is he?” she asked Thomas.“In his study, ma’am.”“Good.”Of course she wanted to speak to him first.I stayed upstairs, I knew she would come, and I knew that it was not going to be a pleasant conversation.A soft knock landed against my bedroom door, and it took more in me than I wanted to admit to not flinch.“Come in,” I called.She entered without hesitation, taking in the room quickly, the bed, the desk, the view.Her eyes lingered for half a second too long on the unmade sheets.“You look comfortable,” she said. “You don’t even bother making your bed, I assu
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