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

together, laughing.

Dave stared at us.

“Uh, hey. Am I interrupting something?”

I didn’t hesitate.

“Actually, yes. Didn’t you get my text?”

He frowned and pulled his phone from his pocket.

I watched him read my message.

His face turned bright red.

“So,” I continued calmly, “could you maybe give us a few more hours? Shawn and I were just getting to the good continue reading …