Summer leveled a meek glare at him. “Do you mind? We’re eating here!”
Melanie mulled over her decision for a while before choosing, “Um, Mr. And Mrs. West? Regarding Tiffany’s incident, I... I, once again, want to make it clear that I’m very sorry for the horrid transgression my brother had done—”
Summer waved dismissively. “Bah, it’s all in the past, child. What’s the point of bringing this up? As long as our little Tiffie and her kid, bless them, came out okay, we’re fine. Honestly, if it weren’t for you, Tiffie might not even have had the fortune to be here having this meal with us! If an apology is what we demand, it ain’t yours that should be offered, you dig?” she replied. “We aren’t unreasonable people, Melanie. We can tell gold from dirt. You might be a Lark, but you’re definitely not cut out from the same cloth as those jerks."
“I do lament this small, upsetting thing, though: my sweet little granddaughter suffered from a serious case of perinatal asphyxia, dooming her cognitive abilities somewhat. It’s just... such a hard thing to brace, you get me?”
Panicked, Tiffany fired a barrage of very loaded glances at Summer to no avail. The latter simply missed them.
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