Here’s eighty—” “I don’t need your money,” Robin said through gritted teeth. “Funny, you never seemed to mind when I helped you with your college tuition. And that was a lot more than eighty—” Robin got up. “You’re leaving?” Mom asked, shocked. “If you don’t stop, I’ll leave,” Robin said. She hated the tears in her throat. The way her mother made her feel so small. “Stop what? We were just having a conversation.” Robin took a step away. “Okay,” Mom blurted. The torment was clear on her face. If Robin left her to eat alone, it would be humiliating. She couldn’t stomach that. “I won’t talk about
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