I had heard all of those.
Then one evening, Tom’s phone rang. I could hear Linda even before he put her on speaker.
“The ceiling’s ruined, they’ve shut the water off, I can’t stay here, I don’t know what I’m going to do…”
Tom answered immediately. “You can stay with us, Mom. Of course.
For as long as you need.”
No glance my way.
Just boom! New roommate unlocked.
***
My MIL showed up two days later with three suitcases. From day one, she was on a mission.
“Oh, honey,” she said, opening my cabinets, “who organized this?
“That’s… my system,” I said carefully.
“Well, we’ll fix that. You’re busy, I get it.” She wandered into the living room and made a face.
“All this gray. It’s so cold. So young.
It doesn’t look like a real home yet.”
Tom, traitor that he was, shrugged.
When I left for work the following morning, Linda stood at the door like some suburban judge.
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