“Don’t bring my mother into this.” Lexi hated when Kendra spoke of her. “Your dear, sainted mother.” Kendra gave a laugh, then took another drink. “I’ve lived my entire life in her shadow.” “You can’t seriously be jealous of a woman who’s been dead for twenty-six years.” Kendra’s face screwed up with rage, her voice taking on an edge. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t feel. I spent my best years raising her children and trying to help her husband move on with his life.” Now.”
