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

the door behind him.

“I saw you leave the ballroom with Kessler and figured either someone’s dying or my mother started a war.”

Marty made a rough sound that might’ve been a laugh.

“Possibly the second one.”

I handed James the paper.

He read the clause. Once. Then again.

By the second paragraph, the color had moved up his neck.

“Did Mom do this?”

“I don’t continue reading …