The ancient grandfather clock in the corner ticked loudly as Lionel's grandfather leaned forward, his aged fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. "Lionel, your grandfather will always support you." The firelight cast dancing shadows across his wrinkled face as he spoke. "I won't let my great-grandchild endure a single-parent upbringing." His eyes flickered toward me with a mixture of amusement and condescension. "Margie might be spoiled and willful at times, but she's at least capable of living a freeloader's life, huh..." A dry chuckle escaped his thin lips. "You two are actually quite a match!"
My fingers tightened around my fork until the metal bit into my palm. What kind of nonsense is that?
