Part 2:

Then she hung up.

She did not ask. She did not offer to bring anything. She simply informed me that I would be feeding her entire family for three days.

That evening, I told Bryan.

“She’s coming for the Fourth.”

He looked up from his laptop, already nervous. “That’s… nice?”

“With everyone. For the whole weekend.”

He closed the laptop. “Are you okay with that?”

Was I okay with spending another three hundred dollars on groceries for people who treated my house like a free vacation rental? Was I okay with being criticized while I cooked, cleaned, served, and smiled?

I looked at him and smiled sweetly.

“I’m fine,” I said. “Absolutely fine.”

And that was when my plan began.

Friday afternoon arrived with three cars in the driveway and zero grocery bags.

Juliette stepped out first, wearing an oversized sun hat and the expression of someone expecting full service. Sarah and Kate followed, carrying designer purses and nothing else. The six children poured onto the lawn like someone had opened a gate at a zoo.