Author: Walton Merritt
Let her fly alone. Perhaps shell get kidnapped over there, muttered the mother-in-law, lines creasing
I set my mug down on the kitchen table just as my mobile began to ring. The number was unfamiliar, but
Taught a Lessonto Her Husband, His Mother, and His Sister Wheres my dinner, Alice? I said, wheres the food?
My mothers unwell and shell be staying with us. Youll need to look after her for a while, Tom announced
Late from work again, are you? John barked jealously. I get it now. He didnt even let her remove her
These arent my children. If you want to help your sister, be my guest, but dont expect it to be at my expense.
Ill never forget that dreary November; it seemed as though it rained every day, tapping endlessly against
Mum, what did you say to my wife? She was on the verge of packing her bags! I only told her the truth.
I recall, as if in a dream from years gone by, how a neighbour of mine, Margaret, would grumble to me
Ive had it with your mothers antics! Im filing for divorce, and thats that! announced my wife.









