My Father-in-Law Threw Us Out Before the General Arrived

Not William. Not Margaret. Not the cousins packed inside the foyer with their wineglasses and funeral casseroles and their hungry little eyes.

Rain kept hitting the stone drive. Ava gave a weak cry against my shoulder.

I returned the general’s salute.

“At ease, General Harper,” I said.

William blinked. He actually looked behind him, like maybe the man continue reading …