My pregnant daughter-in-law told my son she needed “peace and quiet” and that I had to move out of the four-bedroom house my late husband and I had paid off years ago.

off.

Then on again.

“Georgia?”

I remained in my study.

“Georgia!”

I entered the living room holding the book I had been reading.

“The Wi-Fi is down,” she said. “And the TV isn’t working.”

“Oh. I canceled the premium packages.”

She stared at me.

“You what?”

“I only need basic internet, and I never watch those channels. It didn’t make financial sense for me to keep paying for them.”

Her mouth tightened.

“But I need high-speed internet for work.”

“Then you should probably set up an account in your name.”