“I’m not recharged yet,” she said.
“You’ve had enough. Girls, go to the other room. Claire. Out. Or I will force you out,” he said.
Claire sneered at him, lifting her chin. “Fine. There’s no point in staying anyway, if she’s going to be so dramatic.”
“Now, Claire,” Damien demanded.
“Fine.” She clucked her tongue as she looked at me. “Just don’t get into any strange limos anytime soon, Annette.”
Damien started toward her, but she turned then and wheeled herself out of the room. Damien went with her, presumably all the way to the door. I heard the door slam then, and lock. Soon, Damien was back in the living room.
“I’m sorry,” I told the girls. “My head hurts so badly. I didn’t mean to ruin everything.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” Stacy said.
“Are you okay?” Amy asked.
“I’m fine,” I said, a l
