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

arguing with you at eleven o’clock would have accomplished nothing.”

“So you were planning the six-o’clock ambush?”

“I wouldn’t call it an ambush.”

She gave me a look.

“There was a lawyer at breakfast.”

“Fine. It was a very organized breakfast.”

She laughed.

Then her face softened.

“I deserved it.”

“You needed it.”

She nodded.

Richard appeared in the doorway.continue reading …