MY SON-IN-LAW CALLED MY DAUGHTER “BUTTERBALL” AND TOLD HER SHE WASN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE DESSERT AT OUR FAMILY DINNER — HE HAD NO IDEA I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE HIM REGRET IT.

a paper bag with both hands.

I lowered myself and opened my arms. “Well, come here first. Presents can wait.”

She ran into me, a bundle of little elbows, soft hair, and strawberry-scented shampoo.

Sally followed behind her more slowly. She wore black leggings and a loose green sweater, with her hair pulled into a low tie at the back of her neck.

She looked continue reading …