She stopped taking off her coat. “What?”
“Why did you take my glasses?”
Her face went blank. “I didn’t.”
“I have a video.”
The color disappeared from her face. “Video of what?”
“You opening my purse and putting my glasses case into your bag.”
Lisa stared at me.
Then she sat.
“Mom…”
“Why?”
“It wasn’t what you think.”
“Then tell me what it was.”
I thought I already understood where the conversation was heading.
I didn’t.
“I was worried about you.”
“So you stole the glasses I needed to drive?”
“You shouldn’t have been driving anyway!”
“Then why did you tell me to use the old pair?”
Silence.
I leaned toward her. “Why were you preparing guardianship papers while I was unconscious?”
“Because somebody had to think about Walter!”
“I was alive.”
“You were in a coma.”
“For eleven days, Lisa. Not eleven years.”
Her jaw tightened.
