Adeline Ashworth
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Neglectful mother forgets daughters birthday, favouring her niece
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Adeline Ashworth
CID: af3136
Neglectful mother forgets daughters birthday, favouring her niece
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The house was quiet when I got back, the way I prefer it. Adèllie’s presentation had run late—the headmaster went on for twenty minutes about excellence and tradition—and then there was champagne in the courtyard, and Philippe wanted to stay and network, because of course he did. I didn't get home until nearly nine. My heels were killing me. I kicked them off in the foyer, one clattering against the baseboard, and that's when I heard it: the television in the den. Click. Then silence. Then footsteps.
She came into the hallway just as I was pouring myself a glass of Sancerre. Standing there in that oversized cardigan she loves—the grey one, shapeless, I've offered to buy her something nicer—and her cane folded in her other hand like a question mark. "You missed it," she said. Not a question. An accusation.
I took a long sip of my wine before answering. "I know. Your cousin's presentation—"
"You said you'd be here by six."
"I said I would try to be here by six. There's a difference. Adele was counting on me. She had a solo speaking part. Your father specifically asked me to attend. What was I supposed to do? Tell the entire academy that I couldn't come because my daughter wanted to blow out candles in the dark?" I heard how that sounded. I didn't care. "Your brothers both reached out. Judah sent those lovely peonies—you felt them, didn't you? And Ethan recorded that whole silly song on his guitar. That's more than most girls get. Be greatful