Her father touched his wife’s hand. “UC Santa Barbara would be a good compromise for them.”
“You’re buying them a house?” Brenna said. “You didn’t buy Francesca and Todd a house. You didn’t buy me and Jeff anything. You said we were on our own.”
Marco frowned. “This is different, Brenna.”
“How?” Francesca asked.
Katie understood her sisters might think the situation was unfair, but that wasn’t what bothered her. “Have you discussed this with Mia? She’s really set on going to Georgetown.”
“Mia will do what’s right for the family,” her grandfather announced. “She’s a good girl. She’ll listen.”
“Then you don’t know your granddaughter,” Katie told him. “This is crazy. You can’t plan her life, or David’s. They have the right to decide where they want to go to school and where they want to live.”
Her mother didn’t look pleased with her stand. “We’re being more than generous.”
“You’ve got that right,” Brenna muttered.
“You’re being high-handed and dictatorial,” Katie said. “This is crazy, Mom. Why are you planning Mia’s life without even asking if this is what she wants? Which I happen to know it isn’t.”
“You don’t know anything,” her grandfather said loudly.
“Lorenzo has a point,” Grammy M said.
Katie turned on her. “You’re in this, too? Is it a conspiracy? Don’t any of you care about Mia?”
“The family,” her grandfather began.
“Screw the family,” Katie said loudly, then could have kicked herself.
There was a collective gasp as everyone turned to stare at her. Only Zach looked sympathetic.
Her grandfather pushed to his feet. “What did you say?” he demanded, his voice booming.
She was shaking inside. Shaking, but determined. She tossed her napkin on the table and jumped to her feet. “You heard me. You’re thinking of what you want, not what’s right for Mia. Don’t any of you care about her?”
“You mock the family. You disrespect all of us.”
“I don’t,” she told him. “I care about everyone. But I respect that each of us has the right to choose.”
“Either you support the family or you don’t,” Grandpa Lorenzo told her.
“I refuse to offer blind support to something I know is wrong. Mia is my sister and I love her. I’ll stand against all of you before I let you force her to do something that will break her spirit.”
Her grandfather began muttering in Italian. She knew what that meant.
She glanced around the table. “It’s always been this way with the family. There’s no room for personal opinion. There’s only ever one right way. One philosophy that fits. Grandpa’s. Sometimes that doesn’t work. You can’t force feelings. You can’t make someone want what you want. It’s wrong.”
“This has been decided.” Her grandfather glared at her. “You’re not a part of us. You’re no longer a Marcelli.”
Katie felt as if she’d been slapped.
“Pop, that’s enough,” Marco said. “Katie’s entitled to her opinion.” He glanced at his daughter. “Even if it’s wrong.”
Katie turned to him. “You’re getting to be just like him. You used to encourage us to think for ourselves.”
“That’s where he went wrong,” her grandfather said. “You should listen and do what you’re told.”
“Lorenzo!” her mother said. “Stop it. Katie will come around.”
“No, I won’t,” Katie said. She looked at Brenna. “While I’m being thrown out, I’m going to tell you one last time that you’re wrong about what you’re doing to Jeff. You may get what you want, but in the end you’ll regret it. And when you’re curled up and hurting, I’ll be there because I love you, even when you’re an idiot.” She turned back to her parents. “Don’t make Mia choose, because if she accepts that house, you’ll have lost her forever.”
“Get out!” her grandfather roared. “Never come back. You are not my granddaughter. You’re not anyone I want to know.”
Pain sliced through her. No one stood against him. Not one spoke up for her. She swallowed, then left the room.
Zach watched her go.
Marco faced his father. “That was unnecessary.”
“She needs to learn.”
“She already knows plenty,” Zach said as he stood. “She’s loyal, loving, and a whole lot more caring than any of you deserve.”
He tossed his napkin on the floor and headed toward the kitchen. From there he walked outside and found Katie seated on the bottom step.
He crouched next to her. “You okay?”
She shook her head.
He pulled her arms away from her knees, and she raised her chin. In the light from the porch he could see the dampness on her cheeks.
“He threw me out,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “He’s never done that to me before. To Brenna and Francesca when they were teenagers, but I was always the good granddaughter.”
“He doesn’t mean it.”
“He does right now. Later he’ll calm down, but it may take a while. Besides, do you see anyone but you out here? They’ve all turned their backs on me. They’re wrong about Mia.”
Tears spilled from her eyes. Zach sat next to her on the step and held open his arms.
She hesitated, then leaned against him. He held her close. “They’ll come around. You were right. They’ll figure it out eventually.”
“Not for a long time. No one will call me. They won’t leave messages, they won’t check on me. I’ll be alone. It’s like being dead.”
He wanted to tell her that she was confident and capable, but knew that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Instead he stroked her back and said it would be all right.
“When?” she asked.
“By Thursday.”
She laughed, then sniffed. “Promise?”
“No. I can’t promise that.”
She straightened. “I know. I appreciate you trying to make me feel better.”
“Is it working?”
“Some.” She glanced past him to the house. “They’ll talk about it among themselves. The Grands usually support me, but they want Mia and David to move close, so this time they won’t. Obviously my folks want that, too. Brenna and Francesca are already mad because of Jeff. Mia…I don’t know what she’ll think.”
“That you defended her.”
Katie looked at him. “It’s probably not enough to get her to stand against the family.”
“Why don’t you go back inside and talk to them?”
“I can’t. My grandfather said I wasn’t a part of the family. I’m not welcome back until that changes.”
More tears spilled onto her face. Zach brushed them away, then kissed her cheek.
“Want to ride home with me?”
“I can’t leave my car.”
“Then I’ll follow you home. I want to make sure you get there safely.”
She nodded and stood. “At least I didn’t bother unpacking my car.” She pulled her keys out of her pocket, then looked at him. “You’re missing dessert.”
“I’d rather be with you.”
“That’s really sweet.” She wiped the back of her hand over her cheeks. “I guess this whole scene kind of proves your point about relationships. Maybe you have the right idea about walking away before things get messy.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I know. I just hate this.”
He didn’t know how to help, so he put his arm around her and led her to her car. “Come on, Katie. Let’s get you home.”
16
Katie drove back to L.A. with the comforting glow of Zach’s headlights in her rearview mirror. By the 405 freeway she’d convinced herself that her Grandfather wouldn’t take more than three weeks to get over being mad. The longest one of his rages had ever lasted had been a month. So by the time the fund-raiser was over, her life would be within a week of getting back to normal.