I stared at the message from my mother-in-law while standing in the grocery store.
Six people were apparently sitting in my apartment, waiting for me to feed them.
I called my husband.
« Patrick, why is your mother in our apartment? »
« Hurry up! »
« Because they’re visiting. I told you. »
« I told you we didn’t have room! »
« Clarissa, I’m carrying luggage. Can we talk later? »