So when my attorney called and told me Camille’s papers needed my signature, I laughed.
Then I approved them.
No comment.
No wa:rning.
I let Camille walk into her promotion party without knowing I had helped make that night possible.
PART 2
The party was held at Theo and Camille’s expensive house in Shaker Heights.
I wore an old navy dress, sensible shoes, and the pearls Walter had given me years ago. I brought chicken and wild rice casserole because I was raised not to arrive empty-handed.
A young associate opened the door and asked if I was with the catering team.
I told him I was Theo’s mother.
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He turned red and rushed me inside.
Camille saw me from across the room. For half a second, her face dropped. Then her polished smile returned.
“Hazel,” she said. “You came. And you brought a casserole. How sweet.”
Then she leaned close and whispered, “I told Theo not to invite you. Please don’t embarrass me. Stay near the food and don’t talk to the Hendersons.”
