My Arrogant Son-in-Law Slid Nursing Home Papers Across the Dinner Table

I didn’t ask about.

“Drive,” she said.

I drove.

We got about four miles before she said anything. We were on the county road, the one that runs past the feed store and the place that sells the inflatable Christmas decorations year-round for some reason. She said, “Pull over.”

I pulled over.

She got out, walked maybe ten feet into the gravel shoulder, and continue reading …