“You’re not invited to Christmas this year,” my dad sn3pped. “Fine,” I replied, quietly transferring the $8,000 holiday fund I sent him back into my account and canceling the chalet reservation in his name. By morning, I had 31 missed calls — and one message that made me laugh out loud. – Welcome

She probably should have.

Instead, she pointed at Noah.

“Garden only.”

He nodded quickly.

“Nobody goes upstairs.”

“Okay.”

“No alcohol.”

“Obviously.”

“If anyone brings alcohol, they leave.”

“Fine.”

“And keep the noise down. Your little sister is here and she needs to sleep.”

“Okay.”

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