From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment, anger rising hot and sharp in her chest. Cards. Always the damn card games. That was all Sandra ever cared about.

It was already six thirty and dinner hadn't even been started. Did Sandra really think she was still some pampered socialite?

If it weren't for Sandra, Rebecca would never have broken off her engagement with the Christensens. It was all her fault. Every last bit of it.

The more she thought about it, the angrier Rebecca became. She slammed her phone down on the coffee table.

Only then did Sandra even look up, startled. "Rebecca, you're back! Go make dinner, would you? I'm starving. I can't figure out how to work that stove-it's nothing like the one we had before!"

After more than twenty years of living in comfort, Sandra was completely lost now that they'd moved into this shabby apartment. Nothing was familiar. Nothing was easy.

Cook dinner? And she actually had the nerve to order Rebecca around.

That was the final straw. Rebecca snatched Sandra's phone away. "Enough! Give it a rest!"

"Rebecca! What's wrong with you?" Sandra shot to her feet, furious. "I was about to win that hand!"

Rebecca's voice was shaking with rage. "Look at the time! How can you still think about playing cards? Is that all you know how to do? You're useless-worse than useless!"

hardly believe this was her mother. Sometimes she thought she'd have been better off

never spoken to her like this before. It was

gotten into

"You really have the nerve to ask? Let me tell you— the Christensens never went bankrupt! Sherman is Mr. Christensen!

you, I'd

froze, the color draining from

Sherman was Mr. Christensen? The

mistaken," Sandra said, her voice

my own eyes! The whole bankruptcy was just a trick-they just wanted to test us! And you—you looked down on them from the start! Who told

broken off the engagement, they'd thrown money at the Christensens, trying to

things, Karen would never have hated Rebecca

their

had anything, maybe she could accept it. But she had—she'd had everything, and her own

lottery and

Christensens' bankruptcy

known, she'd never have