My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

twice.”

I looked up.

“My mother-in-law?”

“She wanted to confirm the seating chart for tonight’s gala.”

I smiled to myself.

That sounded exactly like Eleanor Whitman.

Nothing in Eleanor’s world happened by accident.

Holiday dinners.

Charity luncheons.

Wedding receptions.

Even birthday parties.

Every chair represented status.

Every invitation sent a message.

Every continue reading …