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

directly at him.

“You moved into my house. It became personal.”

Caroline turned toward me as if I had somehow caused everything.

“This is because of her.”

I smiled.

“No, Caroline. This is because you walked into my home at eleven at night and handed me instructions for becoming your unpaid servant.”

“Your home?” she laughed. “Dad bought this house.”

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