We thought everything was set. We were wrong. From the start, they acted like they owned the place.
They took our food without asking. They turned the TV all the way up. And worst of all, they treated my father like he was in the way.
On our first night away, my father tried to be a good host. He made tea for everyone and offered them his favorite lemon cookies, the ones he always saved for special occasions. Janet sniffed them, said they were “dry,” and set hers back on the plate untouched.Continue reading…
