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

size of a handcuff.

“When we were dating, every time money came up, it got weird. With your friends. With your mother. Sometimes with you.”

He started to protest.

Then stopped.

Again, fair enough.

I went on. “I wanted one relationship in my life where I didn’t have to lead with what my family was worth.”

James looked out at the rain-dark street.

“And my mother continue reading …