My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

first.

“This is harassment!”

“You’re wearing my robe,” I said.

“It is not your robe.”

“It is monogrammed with my initials.”

She looked down.

N.B.

She had not noticed.

That was the problem with people who believe they are entitled to take things. They rarely bother reading the labels.

Then came tears.

Evelyn cried that she had nowhere to go, that Blake had promised continue reading …