Wyndi’s mouth was on the floor. “What?” She narrowed her eyes. “Who did it? Georgia’s mean ass?”
“My father told me this story, and he said that my grandfather always believed that his mother did it.”
“Why? Why does he think his mother did it? What was his mother’s name?”
“Lillian.”
“Was Lillian coldhearted enough to knock poor Sylvia down the stairs? If she was, then I guess she ended up with a daughter-in-law who was cut from her same cloth.”
“My great grandmother was known for caring more about appearances than almost anything. My father said there was no way she was going to accept Sylvia into the family, let alone a baby with her blood running through its veins. Besides, not too long after she lost the baby, Sylvia’s parents came into possession of a baby blue, loc’d out Cadillac Eldorado.”
“Your great grandmother knocked their daughter down a flight of stairs, made them lose their grandchild, and then paid them off with a Cadillac? Oh shit. I guess I better be thankful that I only have to deal with Georgia, because I would’ve had to have some YNs slide on Lillian’s ass.”
