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

know if she wrote it,” I said. “But I’d put money on her wanting it.”

James looked at me. “And this is tied to your foundation deal.”

“Yes.”

He stared for another second, then gave this short disbelieving shake of his head, the one he did when contractors overbilled him or waiters brought the wrong wine to his mother and she turned it into a campaign continue reading …