My Husband's Wealthy Parents Toasted to My 'Humble Background,' Laughing That I Was Their Charity Case – But What My 80-Year-Old Grandfather Did Next Made Them Go Pale
Not toward the door.
I sank back into my chair without meaning to.
He walked the whole length of that long table at his own pace.
Nobody spoke.
Margot's smile flickered.
He stopped beside her.
He folded his weathered hands in front of himself the way a man folds them in church.
"I'll accept your apology now," he said softly.
He stopped beside her.
Margot blinked.
She let out a small, startled laugh.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your apology," Grandpa repeated. "To my granddaughter. I'll accept it on her behalf."
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Margot looked him up and down.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, sir. I was making a toast."
"Your apology," Grandpa repeated.
"You were making a mark," Grandpa said. "There's a difference."
Harrison shifted in his chair.
I saw his jaw work.
Margot set the microphone down slowly, as if arranging a weapon within reach.
"With all due respect," she said, and every word had a little hook in it, "I won't apologize for telling the truth. Don't you country bumpkins respect honesty?"
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