"No one should get mixed up in the Lynch family's business," Irene Lynch cursed. "I'll go warn the others later. They're leeches. Once they get their hooks in you, you're cursed for life."
Grace Winslow hurried over to calm her down. "There, there, Mom. Don't be angry."
"But why would they suddenly show up here? We've always kept a low profile. We haven't done anything to attract their attention, have we?"
Irene Lynch snorted. "I bet some jealous busybody wrote to the Lynch family and told them we've been doing well for ourselves lately."
"That pack of bastards... If my father hadn't insisted on forcing my mother to bear a son, how could she have died so young?"
"She was only in her thirties when she passed. And she'd barely been gone two days before he couldn't wait to marry another woman and bring her home. A woman who was already pregnant with Stephen Lynch."
