My father-in-law held up his hand to silence me. “I know she’s got her reasons, but they’re not good reasons. The world ain’t fair, but not having kids because of what you think some nutty Amazon might do is letting them control you just as much as if they scooped you up and took you home to one of their nurseries. They’re still controlling your behavior with the same old threats.”
I shook my head in denial, not at what he was saying but that he was knowing to say it. “How do you know this?”
“I follow her posts on MistuhGwiffin.web. I know her handle. She don’t know mine, though.” Bert’s face was completely serious; his tone steady. My jaw dropped. “What?” he said. “You think she got her paranoia from her mother?”
