You’re A Pollyanna, I’m A Realist

Helen watched Kira’s face, which betrayed nothing. She continued, ‘After you left, I tried asking Michael for money, but he refused. You can understand, right? After all, he is my husband now, not Leland. Besides, I don’t think I could have helped you even if I had money. You told me Leland was hospitalised. You didn’t tell me he’d turned into a vegetable.’ ‘He’s not a vegetable!’ Kira rebuked her angrily. ‘He’s in a vegetative state!’ ‘What’s the difference?’ Helen shook her head dismissively. ‘Anyway, as I was saying, taking care of a comatose patient is going to cost more money than you can imagine. It’s a bottomless pit. I couldn’t ask Michael to drain his financial resources for a lost cause.’ ‘Lost cause?’ Kira was red in the face. ‘You call trying to save my father a lost cause? Helen Raynor, you’re really more cold-blooded than I thought!’ ‘Hey! I’m your mother. Don’t you take that tone with me!’ Helen put her hands on her hips. She pointed a manicured finger at Kira. ‘I know y