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.

it.

“Maybe next week,” she whispered.

Greg gave a quiet scoff.

Sally’s shoulders immediately stiffened.

He shrugged while slicing his chicken. “No. Just that she always says next week.”

Sally’s fork stopped before reaching her mouth.

I felt Dennis move slightly beside me.

I wanted to say something.

I wanted to ask Greg when he decided that someone else’s hope continue reading …