My Mother-in-Law Pointed at My Baby and Screamed

of woman who wore lipstick to take the trash cans to the curb. She ironed jeans. She kept hard candy in a glass dish and called it “company candy,” which always made me want to ask who the hell the candy was performing for.

That day, she looked like someone had emptied her out.

Michael saw her first.

He walked toward her, stopped halfway, and said, “You continue reading …