An invasion, Noah’s mom called it. Why can’t they all just stay in their own country? What about me? What about Kelsey? Alicia asked Noah’s mother at the table, point-blank, in front of Ash and his whole fam, Christ, everyone, having held her tongue as long as the first serving of turkey. What do you see when you look at her? Your own granddaughter? Mom said, no, no, she wasn’t talking about her daughter-in-law or granddaughter. She was talking about those other people.
