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

thousand dollars herself.

She enrolled in a repayment program.

Then she sold the Mercedes.

At Christmas, she arrived at our house driving a seven-year-old Toyota Camry.

Richard stared through the front window.

“Is that yours?”

Caroline grinned.

“Paid cash.”

“How?”

“I sold half the designer bags you bought me.”

Richard laughed.

Dinner that night was simple.

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