There was a beat of silence, as if she hadn’t heard me, and then she pushed on.
“Cassie, this is my first home. You know how much this means to me. People have already brought gifts. You can’t possibly expect me to postpone everything for —”
“For my daughter?”
She sighed. “You always make things so dramatic. Nancy is gone. Are you jealous that I’m finally getting something nice?”
“Today… was Nancy’s funeral.”
My hand tightened around the phone. “Jealous?”
She kept talking. “I didn’t come because I couldn’t. I had people counting on me. Can’t you just be happy for your big sister for once? I’m finally building something.”
“I buried my child today, Rosie.”
