Chapter 80
- (EDWARD HARRINGTON)
- I stood in the doorway, my face smeared with fury. Imogen had phoned in distress, saying that my mother, Eleanor, had gone to confront Clara. I knew my mother's temper and Clara's venomous tongue, so I rushed over.
- I arrived in time to hear my mother nearly begging, then to hear Clara sneeringly ask me if I were a "cat or a dog." Fury gagged me.