At 3 AM, My Daughter Texted

to find my chipped mug gone from the cabinet. New cabinet, actually. They’d redone the kitchen. With my permission, technically, since it’s my house, except nobody asked. Patricia had “helped them update it.” White shaker cabinets, brass pulls, a backsplash that cost more than my first car.

“Where’s my mug?” I asked Rachel.

“Oh,” she said, not looking continue reading …