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"""“If you want dessert, get on your knees and eat it off the ground.”
The ceramic edge scraped against the stone when Evelyn lowered her hand. Chocolate frosting bulged around her shoe. Bright red berry sauce streaked across the pale patio in a glossy smear that looked obscene beside the blue water and the carefully folded linen napkins and the white hydrangeas Evelyn had ordered that morning because, as she’d told everyone twice, grocery-store flowers made a house look tired.
Someone laughed.
Not a full laugh. A startled one.
Then another.
Laura never forgot that part.
It was not that everyone found it funny. Later, three people would insist they had laughed because they were uncomfortable, which was probably true and somehow made it worse.
Noah stood so close to Laura that the sleeve of his white shirt touched her cream blouse. He did not move. His hands drew inward toward his chest. His face went blank in the peculiar way it did when he was trying very hard not to cry in front of people.
Jessica Lane, Laura’s cousin, still had a smile caught on her face when she realized Laura was looking at her.
It vanished.
Evelyn did not look embarrassed.
She looked pleased.
Laura heard the pool filter humming. Somewhere beyond the cedar fence, a lawn mower changed pitch. A paper plate slid from someone’s knee and tapped the ground.
Noah looked up.
His lower lip trembled once.
“Mom,” he whispered, loud enough for Laura and, unfortunately, several others to hear. “Why does Grandma hate me?”
The laughter died so completely that Laura could hear Noah breathing.
Six years old.
Six.
Laura crouched beside him.
She touched the dampness beneath his eye with her thumb. Noah leaned into the contact for less than a second before straightening again, as if even needing comfort had become something dangerous to reveal.
Laura looked at the chocolate ground into the stone.
Then she looked at her mother.
For years, she had translated Evelyn for other people.
She doesn’t mean it like that.
She grew up in a different time.
She’s hard on everyone.
She thinks teasing makes kids tougher.
She loves him. She just doesn’t know how to show it.
Laura had translated until the original language barely mattered anymore.
“She doesn’t get to do this to you again,” she said.
Evelyn’s expression changed.
Only slightly.
Laura recognized the change because she had spent thirty-four years studying it. The softening around Evelyn’s mouth disappeared. The muscles near her eyes tightened.
Again.
That was the word Evelyn heard.
Not do this.
Not to you.
Again.
Laura stood and took Noah’s hand.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
“Laura,” Evelyn said.
Laura walked toward the glass doors.
Noah’s fingers were cold inside hers.
Behind them came the light scrape of Evelyn’s sandals against the patio.
“Walk away, Laura,” Evelyn called. “Everyone already knows your boy is spoiled.”
Laura stopped.
She wished afterward that she had kept walking.
She wished that often over the next several weeks, although she was never sure whether she actually meant it.
When she turned, Evelyn was only a few feet away.
Jessica stood near the patio table with one hand covering her mouth.
Aunt Diane had risen from her chair.
Laura’s brother Matt was staring down at his drink, which was very much his style when their mother was behaving badly. Looking at something else had been the family’s oldest emergency procedure.
Evelyn lifted the empty ceramic plate and pointed it toward Noah.
“You let him cry and manipulate everyone, and then you wonder why he can’t handle a little joke.”
Laura moved Noah behind her.
“Point that at my son one more time.”
Her voice came out quieter than she expected.
Evelyn smirked.
“Or what?”
Then she thrust the plate forward.
Laura did not decide to hit her mother’s wrist.
There was no thought before it.
Her hand came up because Noah was behind her and the plate came toward his face and Evelyn’s arm was moving too fast.
Laura knocked it aside.
The plate spun once in the sunlight.
It struck the patio edge-first.
The crack was shockingly sharp.
White fragments leaped across the stone.
Evelyn stepped backward.
Her right sandal landed squarely on the ruined slice of cake.
Her heel slid through chocolate and berry sauce.
For one strange fraction of a second, she seemed merely surprised.
Then her arms lifted.
Her left foot searched for the ground and found nothing useful.
She fell backward beside the glass doorway.
Her hip hit first.
Then her shoulder.
Then the side of her head struck the lower stone threshold with a sound Laura would later hear in her sleep.
The music playing from the outdoor speakers continued for perhaps two seconds before Matt lunged for his phone and killed it.
Nobody moved.
Noah made a small sound.
Laura pulled him against her side and covered his face with her hand.
“Don’t look.”
Someone gasped.
Diane said Evelyn’s name.
Jessica whispered, “Oh my God.”
Evelyn lay on the stone with her eyes open.
A red line appeared near her temple.
Laura’s stomach turned.
Beside Evelyn’s head was a streak of berry sauce, almost the same color, running between two pale pieces of shattered ceramic.
For one terrible instant Laura could not tell how much of the red belonged to the cake.
Then Evelyn blinked.
Her lips parted.
“Laura…”
Laura’s body went cold.
Matt finally moved.
“Call 911.”
Three people reached for phones at once.
“I’ve got it,” Jessica said.
“No, don’t move her,” Diane snapped when Uncle Paul bent toward Evelyn.
“I wasn’t—”
“Just don’t.”
Noah twisted beneath Laura’s arm.
“Mom?”
“I’m here.”
“Is Grandma dead?”
“No.”
Laura answered too fast.
Evelyn’s eyes moved toward the sound of Noah’s voice.
She tried to lift her head.
Matt knelt beside her. “Mom, stay still.”
“What happened?”
“You fell.”
Evelyn frowned.
Her right hand moved against the stone.
“What did she do?”
No one answered.
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Laura felt Noah go rigid.
Evelyn’s gaze found her.
