He looked at her.
“No.”
Then:
“I’m leaving the room because if I stay, you’ll make me responsible for pretending this didn’t happen.”
For the first time all afternoon, Beatrice had nothing to say.
Tiffany was crying on the stairs.
“My car…”
Gerald looked at her.
“You’re an adult.”
Her mouth fell open.
“You’ll figure it out.”
Then he walked out.
I looked at my watch.
“Everyone else has one hour.”
Beatrice stared.
“One hour for what?”
“To collect your belongings.”
“You can’t throw us out.”
“You were guests.”
“This
