And that was exactly what Jessica did. "Because of her illness, your cousin Beatrice will be moving into the city. She needs somewhere to stay until your grandmother comes back— and the only place suitable is here. With you."
Instantly, Shantel stiffened, then screamed inwardly. Anybody but Beatrice. Definitely not that wimp!
"No," she refused flatly. "I don't have the patience to deal with that dead weight."
Jessica's nostrils flared. "Beatrice is your cousin, not a dead weight. She's family, Shantel. Family."
"Don't weaponize that word around me," Shantel snapped. "You have no right to. And come to think of it, why do I have to be the one to be saddled with such a dead weight?"
Jessica's jaw tightened. Why did I give birth to such a poisonous tongued daughter? She had to swallow her disappointment to say,
"Your sisters are married. They have homes of their own and children to look after. I can't inconvenience their marriages. It's only logical that Beatrice stays with you."