“Oh, Grandma. Why should I pay? We’re family. Can’t you do this for free?” PlanFamily Trips
Grandma blinked in disbelief.
“I don’t mind doing things for you, dear. I just didn’t expect to pay for this one myself. Every dollar of my pension is already budgeted. I’m sorry.”
“Stop acting poor,” Ashley said. “I’m not paying. I already have enough expenses.”
That was when I stepped into the hallway.
“This isn’t right,” I said, sounding calmer than I felt. “You agreed to pay her. Out loud. In front of me, actually.”
Ashley rolled her eyes. “It’s a cake.”
“It’s days of hard work and the expense of buying the ingredients.”
“Please.”
She turned toward the men she’d brought to transport it, gestured at the tiers, and said, “Careful with the top.”
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