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 bay window holding a tape measure.

“These would need lighter curtains.”

Dad laughed.

“We haven’t even been given the house yet.”

“I’m planning.”

“You’re invading.”

“You already picked your chair.”

He had.

Dad had claimed a corner of the second bedroom as his future reading space.

“I could put a lamp right here.”

“You don’t read enough to need a reading corner,continue reading …