“Just So You Know, We’re Using Your House for Christmas,” My Daughter-in-Law Texted — She Never Asked

flowers you posted,” she blurted. “From Portugal. The tiles. The… tarts? What were they called?”

“Pastel de nata,” I supplied, amused despite myself.

“Yes, those,” she said, managing a small smile. “They looked amazing.”

“They were,” I said. “You should go someday.”

“I… would like that,” she said. “Maybe not at Christmas. I think I’ve learned my lesson continue reading …