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

a parking lot.

“Tell me only what you’re certain about.”

“Dad made a toast. I don’t remember the exact first sentence, but I’m sure he called the bungalow ‘our new place.’”

“Everyone heard?”

“Yes.”

“Mom too?”

“Yes.”

“People congratulated them?”

“Yes.”

I thanked her and ended the call.

Then I drove back to the bungalow.

I sat on the empty living-room floor beneath continue reading …