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

the fifth day, I was helping adjust his pillows.

Caroline noticed.

She always seemed to be nearby, watching.

On the sixth afternoon, she stopped me alone in the hallway.

“You’ve been here six days.”

I looked at her.

“Congratulations. You can count.”

She drummed her fingers against her hip.

“Dad asks for you every time he wakes up.”

“That’s not my fault.”

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