with a laptop. Stop acting like you’re running the Pentagon.”
Susan said nothing.
Five years of marriage to Richard Whitmore had taught her something about his mother.
Margaret didn’t need facts before deciding whose needs mattered.
Two years earlier, Margaret’s apartment lease had expired.
Richard asked Susan whether his mother could stay with them temporarily while she searched for somewhere else to live.
“A few weeks,” he promised.
Those weeks became months.
Three months became a year.
Eventually, Margaret simply stopped discussing plans to move.
More importantly, she stopped behaving
