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.

“Can I help you ladies with anything?” he asked.

Mrs. Tabitha gave him a serious look.

“Yes,” she said. “Set the table right now, and not as a guest, but as a real part of this family.”

The three of us sat down to breakfast together. There were three identical plates, three cups of hot coffee, and three chairs at the exact same table.

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