Chapter 18 The Confrontation

Harper's eyes blazed as she recounted the encounter with Aubrey in the company building. "Can you believe that woman?" she fumed, her voice low and angry. Because Eleanor was driving, she couldn't turn to see her friend's face. But years of friendship already had her knowing exactly what Harper's face would look like right now. Her nose widened as if trying to exhale all of the hot air would mean exhaling all the anger. She would look fierce. Lastly, she would give a follow-up rhetorical question. "Trying to disgrace you like that?" There it was. Harper didn't really change after so many years. Unlike Eleanor. But then, Harper had never been married and had no kid. She had no family to gone her problem. Most importantly, Harper was fierce. The kind of fierce Eleanor could only dream of. Eleanor chuckled at the realization that her sister was now bodily old enough to be referred to as a woman. She had grown so much from the last time she saw her. She almost looked responsible. If s