One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

you’re punishing everybody.”

“No.”

“What do you call it?”

“Letting you organize your lunch.”

The lunch happened anyway.

Mom picked the restaurant.

Leah answered for herself.

Aunt Marissa arrived late because someone gave her the wrong time.

Dad assumed Mom had made the reservation.

Mom assumed Dad had.

Nobody remembered Leah’s dietary preference.

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