On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

Madison tried.

Voicemail.

Kevin sent three question marks.

No reply.

Lauren folded her arms. “Brian, did your mother actually go to Italy?”

“She wouldn’t,” Brian said.

But there was no confidence in his voice.

Madison’s husband, Eric, muttered, “Maybe someone should have checked before ordering two seafood towers.”

Madison snapped, “Don’t start.”

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