speak to the girlsâ mothers, and she refused. Then, Barnes, she told me I might be happier placing Jessie in another school since Iâm so unhappy with her school. She was referring to the next term. Iâd do it in a minute, but there are no more private schools in the area. We have two alternatives, neither of which is acceptableâpublic school or boarding school. Tomorrow I want you to set the wheels in motion to buy that school. Weâll hire a new headmistress, and we will be the ones who say who goes and who stays. I mean it, Barnes. She told me in that flat voice of hers that I coddled Jessie. She looked down that long nose of hers at me. I was so humiliated. She said Jessie was the sweetest child but entirely too shy and that she needed to interact more with her classmates. She also said I was an obsessed mother. Do you believe that, Barnes?â
âThere are two sides to everything, Thea. Iâm sure Adele Primroseâs version will be slightly different than yours. She owns the school. Itâs her life, and she isnât going to part with it.â
âShe will if the price is right. Money can buy anything, Barnes.â
âAre you sure you want to open that can of worms? It could lead to all manner of things. Adele Primrose could turn vindictive and start an investigation. Sheâs lived here all her life. Her roots are here. Weâve only been here a few years. She could look into that Atlanta business, our early years in California. If she doesnât do it herself, her attorney will. Iâm not saying that will happen, but it is a possibility. What that means is she has a certain amount of social backing whereas we are relative newcomers to the area. Records and credentials could come under close scrutiny if you push too hard. What we have are very good, but those records arenât perfect. How could they be, theyâre forged. An apology would not be out of line, Thea. I would not disturb the status quo if I were you, dear.â
Thea sat down with a thump. âAre you saying that old biddy would . . . go to those extreme lengths. Everyone knows adoption records are sealed.â
âFor Godâs sake, Thea, Jessie wasnât adopted. Youâve been using the term so long youâve come to believe it. The case is not closed, nor will it ever be closed. Let sleeping dogs lie.â
Theaâs voice was a hushed whisper. âEight years is a long time, Barnes. Sheâs mine. Iâll never give her up. That child is my reason for living.â
âThen first thing tomorrow morning you had better start mending your fences. If that doesnât work, Iâll step in.â
âShe wouldnât . . .â
âShe would, Thea. If you try to rip that school away from Adele Primrose, sheâll fight. You need to know that. There are some things money canât buy.â
âSpeaking of buying, Barnes, what in the world were you thinking of when you purchased those . . . those ugly dungarees?â
âThe look of happiness on Jessieâs face. Stop being such a fuddy-duddy. Let the child be a child. She needs friends, playmates. Letâs invite Sophie for the summer.â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea. The whole summer, Barnes! What in the world will I do?â
âTry knitting. Let Jessie be Jessie with a child she can relate to. Youâre smothering her, Thea. Itâs the last week of school. Let her walk. Take her shopping and let her pick out the things she wants. If you donât do it, Thea, I will.â
âI canât believe youâre saying this to me. All right, Barnes. There is one other thing we need to talk about. Jessie said you promised her a phone. I want you to tell her no.â
âI will not break a promise, Thea. It will be installed tomorrow, and it will be a private number. Thatâs so you wonât listen in on her conversations. I understand how much love you
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