Chapter Thirty-eight

Aiden is mad at me, Madeline.” Drew’s voice blared through her phone’s speaker, echoing in the kitchen.

She chuckled. She turned her head from the frying pan towards her phone. “Well, what were you expecting? We both knew that there was no way Aiden would take it nicely, but it was a risk we were willing to take.”

“It was not really that bad, was it?”

She cringed. “It wasn’t. If one liked a barbie talkative. Which obviously Aiden doesn’t.” Eleanor didn’t stop talking throughout the dinner. Perhaps it would not have been so bad if she had not been so intent on knowing everything, being in on every inside joke, and digging deep into the soils of their histories. For Aiden, who was really a private person, that had been a big strike against her.

“How was I supposed to know that Bammy’s sister’s cousin was going to turn out that way?”

“From the way the family tree sounds? How can she be Bammy’s sister’s cousin but not be his cousin?”

“I told you the other time you asked. Lillian is Bammy’