My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

“We need to talk.”

“We did.”

“Mom, come on. I was upset last night.”

“You were loud last night.”

He glanced at Melissa. She tightened her mouth.

“Open the door,” she said. “It’s freezing.”

I did not.

Daniel lowered his voice, finally. “The mortgage payment came out this morning and bounced.”

“Yours did.”

“What?”

“Your mortgage payment bounced. Not mine.”

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