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advice.”
    “I’ll be there in five.” She hangs up. I was just going to talk to her on the phone, but she hung up before I could say anything.
    I pace my living room, waiting for Lilly to show up. Sure enough, ten minutes later, she’s walking through my front door, looking like she’s on a mission.
    She sits down and then looks hesitant. “Uh, Mason, Mrs. Shepard was over when you called, and well, she tagged along.”
    “Fuck,” I mutter. Just then, the door swings open and Old Lady Shepard marches in. Crazy old bat’s gonna be a pain in my ass.
    “You, boy, get me a beer. This is a beer situation,” she says, making her way to sit on the couch beside Lilly. She has on a bright red sweater that swallows her small frame. I can’t believe the old bird still gets around as she does. Old as she is, I bet she could still give me a run for my money.
    I groan to myself, mainly because if I groan out loud, she’ll hear me, and she’ll probably throw her big ass purse at my head. Thing looks more like a damn suitcase. Crazy woman probably has a brick in it.
    I go to the fridge, grabbing a few beers, and the bottle of wine Lilly put in my fridge when she was over here filling it for me last week. I put everything on the coffee table in front of Lilly and Mrs. S, and sit down on my chair.
    “All right, spit it out,” Mrs. Shepard demands.
    So, I do. I tell them everything—how I’m feeling, how I’m feeling about my son, Eden, Henry, even Moira. By the end of it, Mrs. Shepard looks pissed. Uh oh.
    “You son of a bitch,” she booms. Suddenly, she is digging through her purse, and I feel fear for a moment, thinking she’s going to take out a gun and shoot me. Instead, she pulls out her ash tray, a pack of smokes, and her lighter. “I need a puff before I deal with your sorry ass.”
    I look to Lilly, who is giving me ‘yikes’ eyes.
    She lights up and blows out a puff of smoke. I want so badly to tell her not to smoke in my house, but I don’t dare say a word. Her lips crinkle around the cigarette as she takes a hard drag.  She sucks in deep, lets out a cough, and then narrows her eyes at me.
    “First things first. What happened to Hilary is not Eden’s fault, nor is it Henry’s. Should they have spoken up? Damn right. But they didn’t. Those actions had nothing to do with that bastard who killed her. You want to play the blame game? Blame yourself. You’re the fucker that abused her, cheated on her, and let her stay gone for years.” She pauses, taking another puff. “You knew where she was the whole time, and you just let her stay there. That’s on you. Her dying is on Trent. No one else. Trent. And that sorry bastard is dead.” She takes another puff. “Want to take out your anger on someone? Go to his fucking grave and piss on it. I would, but I’m afraid if I did, I’d probably have a hard time getting back up. My hips aren’t so good these days.”
    Lilly pipes up then. “Mrs. Shepard, if you want to, I can take you there and help you back up.”
    I burst out laughing because that shit was funny. She’d do it, too. I know her crazy ass would.
    Mrs. Shepard waves her hand at Lilly. “I don’t want you looking at my cooter, Lilly, so that just won’t do.” She puts her cigarette out in the ash tray and then takes a gulp of beer. “Now, Mason, I mean it, you need to let it go. Once upon a time, Henry was like a father to you, and while his actions toward his family were horse shit, he was always good to you. As for Eden, get the fuck over it. Now!” she barks at me, causing me to jump slightly.
    Lilly lets out a small giggle, and I glare at her. She looks away, hand over her mouth, fighting the urge to laugh. Her wild curls blanket her shoulders, hiding the way they are shaking as she tries not to burst.
    “Glare at Lilly one more time, Mason, and I swear my cane will be up your firm ass,” Mrs. Shepard threatens. “As for this Moira girl, I don’t know her, but if she can put up