Dad’s face got tight. “That money is complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“Emma.” Mom came in from the living room. “Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting anything. I’m asking where my college money went.”
“Your father just told you.”
“He told me the market. What market? Show me the statements. I’ll understand them. I’m good with numbers. Grandpa said—”
“Enough.” Mom slapped her hand on the table. “Your grandfather says a lot of things. He’s not well. You know that.”
Lauren was leaning against the kitchen counter eating grapes.
“God, Emma,” she said. “Just take out loans like a normal person.”
Lauren had graduated from Fairfield University the year before. Mom and Dad had paid for all of it. So did Paige’s four years at Georgetown.
I took out loans.
A hundred and twelve thousand dollars of them.
