I don’t understand how you let things get like this.
She’d been paying for it. That’s what she meant. Every comment. Every finger on the bookshelf. She wasn’t a guest in my house. In her mind, she was an owner walking through a property she’d invested in, checking on the tenant.
Me.
I needed to know what else I didn’t know.
So I went into the den, and I opened Greg’s desk. The old rolltop his grandfather made. The top drawer sticks. It always has. I pulled harder than I should have.
And at 3:12 in the morning, the drawer came off its runners and hit the floor.
Now I was sitting against the wall with a flashlight in my teeth, reading my mother-in-law’s handwriting.
AGREEMENT.
February 14, 2022.
I, Diane Mercer, will help my son Greg with his mortgage payments for as long as he needs, while he is out of work.
