“Janelle,” her father began, staring directly at her, “I believe that I advised you not to go to Richard’s funeral, did I not?”
Janelle shrank in her seat as she nodded.
George continued, “I applaud your reasons for wanting to go in the first place, but I had feared that while you were remembering the man Richard had been, thanks to his revelation, everyone else would see you as the woman he painted you to be. I didn’t want you to suffer the censure of everyone there.”
“I realize that now, I’m sorry,” Janelle said softly.
“That being said,” George looked at his hands, “I feel that an apology is due.”
“Dad,” Kelsey said, and George held his palm to her. Janelle watched her sister scowl at her mother as Mary folded her arms across her chest and sat back in her chair.
“I suppose you’re right,” Janelle agreed.
“I absolutely agree,” Mary said, glaring at her eldest daughter.
“I’m glad to hear that, Mary.” George looked at his wife. “Since it’s you I expect the apology from.”
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