On the first day, my mother-in-law smiled and humiliated me: “In this house you will eat the leftovers”; I didn’t raise my voice, I just obeyed every word until she had to cook alone for the whole family, and then everyone understood that the black notebook hid something much darker.

nearby.

“Do people still do that ridiculous thing nowadays?” the cousin asked.

Uncle Gregory looked very serious as he stared at my mother-in-law.

“Tabitha, those rules are far too old-fashioned,” Uncle Gregory said firmly. “But if you set them yourself, then you cannot ask the girl to break them today. Go cook for us, and the women who want to help can continue reading …