Chapter 11 - THE MOTHER-IN-LAW’S DEMAND
“Well? Aren’t you going to clean this? Look what your sloppy table setting did to my designer pants!” she demanded, her voice rising in screeching indignation. The kids and David watched from the living room in breathless silence. I slowly set down my water glass, stood up from my chair, and walked over to her, maintaining total, terrifying eye contact. The power dynamic in the room shifted instantly, the air growing thick with the weight of an impending reckoning.
