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

happens now? You throw your husband’s daughter onto the street?”

“No,” I replied. “You may stay for thirty days.”

Richard looked slightly surprised.

Caroline looked triumphant.

Then I continued.

“But there are conditions.”

I placed one printed page in front of her.

“You and Derek will make your own meals. You’ll wash your own clothes, clean your bedroom, continue reading …