Avery turned around and looked into the room through the doorway. She flashes a scheming smile.
"Mrs. Howel do you want to accompany me back to the room now?" she asks.
"You!" Mrs. Florence Howel snarls, "What will it take to get rid of you?"
Avery typically believes in keeping her cool, in negotiating things gently and civilly, but she knows she has to stand her ground with Evan's grandmother. She stands tall and lifts her chin defiantly.
"I want you to call, Mr. Francis Howel and tell him that I'm to blame for everything bad that has happened," she said evenly, "It had nothing to do with Evan. Ask Mr. Howel to let him go."
"Ok," Florence agrees, "That's no problem."
Avery begins to climb the stairs, then turns.
"And, I hope we're celebrating my birthday at the party tomorrow," she calls over her shoulder as if the idea is an afterthought.