My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

just finish packing,” she said.

I looked at her then.

“No.”

She stared at me. “Excuse me?”

“I said no. Those containers are leaving my table empty.”

Diane gave a low scoff.

“I have never been treated this way in someone’s home.”

That one almost made me laugh.

Frank spoke up from beside the smoker. “Then maybe stop treating someone else’s home like a catering continue reading …