My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

me. “Mom, don’t do this.”

I held up one finger.

Greg said, “I was under the impression there were family arrangements.”

“There are not.”

“I understand. I’ll remove the file.”

“Send me anything Daniel gave you.”

Daniel’s eyes snapped up.

Greg hesitated. “I can do that.”

“Today.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I ended the call.

The sleet clicked against the porch roof.

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