my mother.”
The next morning, I called Judith, my closest friend of fifteen years. She listened while I told her everything.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“I need to make a point Gabriel cannot argue with.”
“What kind of point?”
“He keeps saying this is his house. He says he’s the man of the house.”
“And?”
“I want him to understand exactly what this house is and what each of us contributes to it.”
“How?”
“I’m inviting someone to dinner.”
“Who?”
I told her.
Judith paused.
“Oh.”
