“I can imagine,” he said coolly. “I’ve had those reporter fellows at my door a few times saying things that were a shock to me.” Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were discussing the fact that I’ve believed for forty-five years that you were my father when you’re not. I didn’t know we were back to talking about you, and how maligned you’ve been by the tabloids. Sorry. His narcissism knew no bounds.
And there pops Grandmother Phillips and my ex husband.
