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

okay?”

“Perfectly,” Eleanor answered before I could speak.

“We’re simply making sure everyone is seated appropriately.”

James glanced toward Table Twelve.

Then back at his mother.

“You know Isabella could have sat anywhere.”

Eleanor gave him the indulgent smile reserved for children who misunderstood adult matters.

“This evening is about relationships.”

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