Phoenix
I agreed one-hundred percent with Jack’s conclusion.
Robyn’s mom was mental. I’d already seen all the warning signs, but the way she had warped the conversion at the dinner table was down right confusing. It was like her mind was stuck on one track, and she couldn’t even hear what Robyn was trying to tell her. It made me not only sad for Robyn, but sad for my dad too. I believed the old man really cared for Denise, but clearly, that woman was not well.
Had she always been like that, or had the tragic death of her husband caused her to have some kind of breakdown? I hated to think that Robyn had been dealing with that kind of narcissistic abuse her entire life.
Jack called in for a dinner delivery from a steakhouse, and I rearranged the seating arrangement so that I was
