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But if that look on her face tells me anything, it's she's trying to be a bitch.
I hold my hand out to shake hers.
"Betty, nice to see you again!" I say in the most cheerful demeanor I can muster. Her eyes flash when I get her name wrong.
"Wow, and I thought I was bad with names," Max replies, biting into a dinner roll, clearly not seeing what is going on. "Mom, this is Rae. Rae, this is my mom, Becca," he reminds us. Becca doesn't acknowledge her fail as she steps past me to place a bottle of wine on the table.