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

information, had only seen it finished the night before and had come to me wide-eyed and said I needed to know it existed, and I had said I would trust Emma’s judgment.

The guests arrived and found their seats. The prelude began. Through the heavy doors I could hear the church filling, the low murmur of conversation, the shift and creak of a room settling continue reading …