I knew she was lying the moment her fingers touched the gold watch clasp.
“I do not care about the disbursements, Miriam,” I said.
“You say that now,” she said, her eyes scanning my face. “But eighty-two dollars a week does not buy much in the city. You have your nursing school tuition to pay next month.”
“I will finish school,” I said.
“Your father is a proud man,” Miriam said, her hand reaching out to touch my sleeve, though I stepped back. “He will not bend on this. If you let me talk to him tomorrow, we can find a way to quiet this down.”
She adjusted her watch once more, her eyes glittering in the hallway shadows.
“I am not staying until tomorrow,” I said.
Miriam looked toward the dining room door, then back at me, her gaze lingering on my mother’s pearl earrings. “A single girl with no family backing is a very vulnerable thing, Sarah. Especially with a man who has nothing but a driver’s license.”
“Liam has more than you think,” I said.
“We shall see what he has when the bills arrive,” she whispered.
