No, you WILLED the house to my brother Paul. Hesigned it over to me, you bastard! He divorced himself from you whenyour actions caused Mother to die o... a broken heart.She h elped methrough the tough time I had in Carson City High School as I declared mychoice to attend school as a girl.Here you are, in Folsom Prison, serving a life sentence for your beatingPaul's wife Amy to death just because she looks and acts like Mother.Were you jealous of Paul's joy? The house is my only legacy of my. He was going to have to do some shopping and he was going to have to spend forty minutes in the kitchen before dinner. He did not believe Emma and Zoë would mind sitting at the kitchen table while he did his stuff. So that he did not make a nonsense he decided that he needed to draw up a task list with timings, a detailed list at that.Then it occurred to him that there were other preparations such as dusting the dining-room and drawing-room, hoovering, polishing the table, laying it, checking. Almost immediately several mothers asked if she could teach their children their numbers and letters. In exchange they offered to cook our meals and assist with the laundry so she could spend the time teaching them. Claire agreed, but stated that she would teach three hours a day everyday but Sunday. I offered to help her but was told that none of the children were old enough to need my assistance. (I think what she meant was that I should keep my nose out of her business.)Elizabeth, made. Again!’ He yelled the word ‘again.’ I thought Anne was going to lose control. Time for some misdirection. ‘I tell you what, Paul. I can’t promise anything, but Monday I’ll make a few calls and at least try to get some info.’ I had to yell so he could hear me. ‘Okay? You hang in there. Maybe we can go out and get a drink next week.’ ‘Thanks, Ed! You hear that, Annie?’ he looked at her as though he had proven her wrong in a very important fight. Happy and sneering. The asshole. As it was, he.