An Unwanted Blessing

With a faint, mocking curve to her lips, Cordelia settled onto the edge of the armchair and held her tongue.

"What's the matter? Too scared to go?" Sylvia sneered, her voice dripping with derision.

"Fear has nothing to do with it. I just find the whole thing absurd." Cordelia met her mother-in-law's glare evenly, realizing that four years under the same roof had yielded not a single ounce of war