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

another grown woman a chore list in her own house.**

I looked at her.

“You kept this?”

“I found it in my suitcase.”

“I assumed you threw it away.”

“I almost did.”

She hesitated.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you say okay that night?”

I remembered her standing in the foyer beside those two giant suitcases, speaking to me like I was hired help.

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