My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

wasn’t finished.

I reached over, took the tongs from Michael’s hand, and set them down on the table.

“I cooked this food for everyone here to eat today,” I said. “I did not cook it so y’all could stock your refrigerators for the week.”

Ashley’s face went pink, then pale, then tight.

“We’re family.”

“Yes,” I said. “And family asks.”

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