My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

something else.

“Did you talk about the bungalow at Christmas?”

His face changed.

Barely.

But enough.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Did you?”

He avoided answering.

Instead, he talked about retirement, selling their existing home, furniture, moving.

I picked up my keys.

“We’re done for today.”

“We haven’t resolved anything.”

“We don’t have to.”

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