I almost laughed.
“What?”
“I’ll give you five thousand dollars.”
I thought I had misheard her.
“For Mother’s old shawl?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It has sentimental value.”
“To you?”
“Of course.”
“You called it an old blanket.”
“I was upset.”
I remained silent.
Her breathing grew louder.
“Fine,” she said. “Ten thousand.”
My skin prickled.
“Lila, what is going on?”
“Nothing is going on. I just want something that belonged to Mother.”
“You inherited her entire house.”
“I want the shawl too.”
“No.”
The answer came instinctively.
She had mocked it.
She had mocked me.
Now she wanted to purchase it for more money than I earned in several months.
That meant she knew something.
“Twenty-five thousand,” she said.
I stood up.
“What did you find out?”
