“You… you utterly humiliated me!” Rebecca cried, tears finally breaking free and streaming down her face.
Mrs. Winters felt no guilt, only a surge of anger. “That’s because you’re a disappointment! Look at Penelope, buying whatever she wants like money is nothing. And then there’s you, completely useless, dragging me down with you.”
“Mom!” Rebecca shrieked, her composure shattering.
“Don’t you yell at me!” Mrs. Winters snapped, snatching the remaining shopping bags from Rebecca’s hands. “I like all of this. You’re not returning another thing!”
“Zebulon told me to settle the account. Do you think I have that kind of money?”
“You let him sleep with you for years. Didn’t you manage to squeeze anything out of him?”
“I married him, I didn’t sell myself to him!”
“You would’ve been better off if you had!”
“How can I have a mother like you!”
“You’re disappointed in me? I’m disappointed in you! If my daughter was Penelope, do you think I’d be getting the cold shoulder everywhere I go?”
“Mom!”
“Enough. We’re mother and daughter, that’s a fact. No point in blaming each other.”
Rebecca took several deep breaths, forcing her anger down. “There’s still thirty thousand outstanding. What on earth did you buy?”
“Nothing much.”
“Nothing much cost thirty thousand dollars?”
“Just a car.”
“A car?!”
“Your brother needed one, so I bought it for him.”
Rebecca’s vision swam, and she grabbed her head to steady herself. “He just started his freshman year of college, what does he need a car for? I’ve been working for years and I don’t even have a car!”
But what was done was done. At least they hadn’t picked it up from the dealership yet.


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