The Growing Divide
Despite my efforts to lighten the mood, Margaret’s insistence had a heavy impact on us. Every talk seemed to circle back to the allotment, and Tom could feel the pressure. He gave me a troubled look, probably thinking the same thing I was. “Lisa,” Margaret said, leaning forward. “I expect you to keep your word.” Her insistence seemed like a wedge, inexorably separating us. I was aware that if we gave in to her desire, it could potentially fracture our family.
The Growing Divide
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