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

chicken.

Potatoes.

Green beans.

Caroline brought dessert.

Afterward, while Richard and Daniel argued about football in the living room, Caroline came into the kitchen as I loaded the dishwasher.

She handed me an envelope.

I eyed it suspiciously.

“What’s this?”

“A list.”

I almost laughed.

She smiled.

“Open it.”

Inside was the original chore sheet she had pushed continue reading …