“You know, Suze, you’re wrong. She did love you, too. Why would she leave you half of everything if she didn’t? You and Mum just had a different sort of relationship. To be frank, I was jealous of the way she treated you—like an equal. It’s not as much fun as you might think, always being cast in the role of the irresponsible child. She knew you didn’t need her help—your life was always going to turn out fine.”
