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I backed away from the painful fingernail. “There was no forcing.”
“Right,” Grace said dismissively. “I heard what you did to her before. She hated you. And what do you do this time? Seduce her and screw up her engagement?”
I furrowed my brow in disbelief. “Engagement?”
She nodded and moved toward me again with that same accusatory finger. “Kevin told me he was going to propose to her. But no, you have to have what you have to have, and it doesn’t matter what it costs anybody else.”
“It wasn’t like that,” I protested. “And she doesn’t even like the guy.”
“Maybe we should go check on the kids,” Dirk suggested.
Marge stayed on the sidelines, not helping me.
Grace wasn’t having it. She jabbed me again, backing me against the fridge. “And now that you’ve had your fun and you’re done with her, you toss her aside like so much garbage. But not before you poison her against her boyfriend of five years. And you made her leave. What did you say to her?”
I grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away. “We had a disagreement.”
She sighed. “Just like you did with Lisa. Pick a fight when she’s not fun enough anymore. You disgust me.” She turned. “Come on, Dirk. Let’s go see the kids. Tomorrow we can start looking for a place to live that isn’t next to a jerk.”
Dirk gave me a look and shrugged before following her.
“And you can take this as my two-weeks’ notice,” Grace said as they walked out.
I rushed after them. “You can’t—”
“I just did.”
The door closed after them. A shitty day had just turned even worse.
Returning to Marge, I asked, “Why didn’t you tell her Angela hates that dipshit Kevin, and I didn’t screw anything up between them?”
“They’re sisters. It’s up to them to get on the same page. I’ll tell her if she asks.”
“But you heard Grace. She just quit because of it.”
“Are you sure that should be your biggest concern?”
I reached for a bottle of bourbon and poured a very large glass.
“Is that your answer to this?” Marge asked.
“For tonight.” I brought the glass up and started the drinking I intended to continue until the anger and despair receded. It might be only a temporary escape, but that was better than nothing.
“No wonder you’re still single.”
I tuned her out and took down another gulp before typing a text to Grace.
ME: Please reconsider. I need you at the hotel.
I wasn’t above groveling, if that’s what this would take.
“Messaging Angela, I hope,” Marge prodded.
I shook my head. “Grace.”
“You’re hopeless,” she said on the way out of the room.
Two glasses later, I still didn’t have a response from Grace. I took the bottle up to my room to avoid another accusation from my aunt. I turned off my phone to complete my retreat.
