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

at my door.

I wiped the glue from my fingers and opened it.

A man in an expensive dark suit stood outside.

“Are you Susan?”

“Depends who’s asking.”

He introduced himself as David, an attorney.

For one panicked second, I assumed something had gone wrong with my rent or taxes.

Then he said, “I represent your father.”

I laughed.

“I don’t have one.”

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