Quote by Victoria Benton Frank

“Don't look at me! I'm the victim here," Joyce said with a pout. "Um, I don't know if I'd call you the 'victim,' Joyce, you've been scratching at them like a cat." "Only because they have done everything in their power to make it uncomfortable for me!" Joyce said. "What are you talking about?" Jess said. "You know what I'm talking about," Joyce said, leveling her gaze at me. She grabbed a piece of garlic bread, tore it into smaller pieces. "My husband's dead, too! You don't hear me ranting and carrying on about him." "Are you kidding me?" Mike stood up. My dad was shaking his head in disbelief over what she had just said. Jess had a tear rolling down her cheek. She never cried. This was insane. "Joyce, the kids can talk about their mother as much as they want." She did a little fake laugh. "But when is it enough, you know? When---" "And so can I. It's never enough. This is their family home, and Callie was their mother." I looked over at Joyce, whose eyes were as big as dinner plates.”

Quote by Victoria Benton Frank