Oliver just pushed his fingers back through his hair when Mona said that. He was quiet. Perhaps ill. He sat back in his chair then and crossed his arms.
"Is there anything else I can get anyone."
"MOM, CAN YOU LEAVE IT ALONE." Bex cried. Now Chloe was crying too. Chris took the baby and went into the other room with her. "Just leave Oliver out of this, will you?"
"Well, I don't understand." She looked at Oliver. "Wouldn't you want the baby?"
Oliver just stared at her. "I think who ever had this baby wanted Max to have it." Oliver just nodded. "There was a note. I don't know if it was from my sister or not. But that's what they said, and he's doing his best to meet those wishes." There that was a sound answer. "And I've been busy. And Bex is-"
"She's just being a big baby, Oliver." Now her mother was having her say. "You shouldn't have to put up with this. I wouldn't."
"Well, I love her, you know, and this hasn't been easy, Mona." Oliver winced wondering what he should have called her. "For any of us. All right. And well, just blame me, don't blame her." Oliver was getting timid then. He didn't know what else to do.
"I don't like her attitude." Mona sighed and drank the rest of her drink.
Oliver pushed his plate away. He'd lost his appetite.