March 24, 2019:
"What are you going to do, have me arrested? You can't drag me onto the plane."
No idea what she told them. Bullshit, certainly. "He has exams," or similar. The possibility is exactly zero that she'd tell them the truth: that I was offended by their behavior toward me, that I felt considerable hostility toward each of them apart from my great-grandmother. Importantly, that she'd poisoned the relationships by refusing to defend my emerging identity as it came into conflict with theirs. It's unlikely she understood these things to begin with.
Part and parcel of the "traditional country values" she'd adopted when her Cinderella family entered her life. Children are to be seen not heard. So that to her my inevitable rebellion fell from the skies.