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

I sat down.

***

The first day, I barely spoke.

Thomas didn’t pressure me.

On the second, he asked whether I still hated pears.

I frowned. “How would you know that?”

“Your mother hated them.”

“So?”

His mouth twitched.

“So did you. Even mashed into baby food.”

I hated hearing that story.

Mostly because part of me wanted another.