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.

day I bought the apartment, holding keys in one hand and a cheap grocery-store bouquet in the other. My soft cream pillows had been replaced with stiff embroidered cushions that read Bless This Home and Family Is Everything. A lace cover hung over my dining room chandelier, as though Evelyn had decided even light fixtures needed modesty.

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