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

said, “What were you going to do with all this.”

I said, “Live in it. Die in it. Leave it to you.”

She said, “What if we built something.”

I looked at her.

She said, “Not him’s kind of something. Yours.”

I said, “Like what.”

She said, “I don’t know yet. A workshop. A second house for when I’m sick of you. Something.”

I said okay.

We sat with our coffees and continue reading …