Khaat didn't reply. There was nothing more to say. Jack didn't get it either. Nobody did. She didn't reply for several minutes. She could feel the tension building in the room.
"Go home," she told them coldly. "I bought this room for the next few days, I paid for it honestly. I am a grown up--I'm allowed to do that. If it helps, you're all relieved of your responsibilities babysitting me until I decide to come back. I think I can manage for a few days."
"Khaat," Kate began softly. "You really are not alone in this. I know it feels that way. You do not have to try to be so brave. Regardless of how we're coming across to you right now, that's the reason we came. This was not your fault, and its not up to you to fix."
"Tell Daddy to call off all his goons, would you?" she asked her mother.
"I'll tell him," she said. "Promise me not to run?"
"I"m not running! I have no place else to go but a hotel if I want time alone, unless I go to Tuscany! And if I do that, then I am running! I just went across town! I am also not broke--I have money. I didn't rent a filthy bottom bin hotel room...."
"No, you certainly did not," Kate agreed. "Its gorgeous."
"Then what's the problem? Was I naughty?"
"Khaat," Kate smiled. "You know better." Kate could feel Khaat's anger now. She was entitled to be angry, and Kate would rather her release her anger than to keep it bottled up. As ugly as it looked, it was not a bad thing. Robert had tried to get her to get angry about it, and at the time, Khaat had not had it in her to do. Not yet. Kate knew she had a right to be angry and needed to voice it. She had no intention of stifling it.