Chapter 66 Know Your Place.

“Family?” The man's Asian wife, Harcourt, stood to her feet and smacked the table. Her thin eyes grew larger than they ever were, and the vein on her forehead made a visible mark. Billy’s mother leaned back in her seat. The guard was waiting to be ordered to get some people out of the hall, and he would probably toss them out of the mansion to begin with. “I am his wife.” She pointed at Harcourt. “I am his family.” Van focused on his meal; the new banter was an excuse, a chance for him to shut his mouth and watch the whole night's madness divert to the lady claiming family. “I will appreciate it if you sit and eat.” Billy’s mother has no smile on her face. She meant business, and nothing could stop her from doing to the Asian lady what she always wished to do to Van, the wag. She nodded and took off from the hall. Mary followed her, leaving the table for those who clearly believed her stepmother was not part of the family line just because she was Asian. “You shouldn’t have done