After a family dinner, while I was cleaning up in the kitchen, my daughter-in-law leaned close and whispered, “You old witch, I only tolerate you because of my husband.” I laughed it off and replied, “Don’t worry, you won’t be seeing me anymore.” The very next day, I had the locks on the house changed and… – Reading Times

I replied that I just wiped down the shelves and that all her jars were exactly where she left them. She squinted at me and said she could not find her hand cream.

It was the one Phillip gave her for their anniversary. I suggested cautiously that it might be in the bedroom while I continued to flip waffles.

She snapped that she always kept it in the bathroom drawer with all her other things that I was always moving around. Jace snorted softly behind me while his eyes remained glued to his tablet.

Skyler rolled her eyes. She told her mother that she saw the cream on the nightstand before she stuffed the last bite of waffle into her mouth and left.

Melinda pursed her lips and offered no thanks to her daughter or to me. She simply turned and left, trailing expensive perfume and unspoken grievances behind her.

I placed the finished waffles on a large plate beside the maple syrup. Phillip appeared just as I finished washing the pan.