I never told my arrogant son-in-law I was a retired Federal Prosecutor. At 5 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning, he called: “Pick up your daughter at the bus terminal”.

enough for the microphone to catch. “Tell her to take her pathetic daughter back to the hole she crawled out of! Tell her that brat ruined my new five-thousand-dollar Persian rug last night!” — “You heard my mother, Eleanor,” Marcus said, regaining control with total poise. “Go get her. The luxury caterers arrive in four hours, and I won’t have her continue reading …