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.

She looked at me as if I had started speaking another language.

“And I watch those channels.”

I nodded pleasantly.

“The router is in the hallway. Let me know when the installation person is coming and I’ll make sure the door is unlocked.”

She didn’t say anything briefly.

I returned to my book.

David came home about an hour later.

I knew Harper had gotten to him before he came looking for me because he had that familiar expression on his face—the one that said he had already heard one