“My house, my rules,” my daughter-in-law said as she took back the spare key, expecting me to stay with the children while she and my son went away for the weekend.

Ethan, movie tickets with the children. I bought them without seeking reimbursement because that was the easier family habit. Claire had promised the stay wouldn’t cost me anything, but neither she nor Daniel seemed to know I was paying.

Then Claire sent a group text about dessert: the children were not to have it unless they finished their dinners. I answered with a thumbs-up. Minutes later she sent me a private message asking me to fold the bathroom towels exactly as she’d shown me so they’d fit in the linen