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

heard you.”

I ended the call.

For several minutes, I stood there holding the two desserts.

Then I put the apple pie back.

Mom’s favorite.

The chocolate cake stayed in my cart.

Dad’s favorite.

I wasn’t sure why. Maybe my body was still following a plan my mind had already abandoned.

I finished shopping anyway.

Coffee.

Dinner rolls.

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