My Son Told Me Not to Come for Christmas but Two Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

noticed it now.

At the door I turned back once. Isabella had moved into the hallway behind Michael, the drying cloth still in her hand, watching to confirm the thing she had engineered was completing on schedule.

“Tell your parents-in-law something for me,” I said to Michael.

“What?” His voice was barely functional.

“Feliz Navidad.”

I opened the door and continue reading …