Seafood

I open my mouth, about to come up with a retort, when suddenly Rose appears and announces, “Dinner is served. Please come to the dining room.”

“Thank you, Rose,” I tell her with a bright smile because she just saved me from serving Rita the answer she deserved.

I didn’t know what I was going to say, but I was sure it would have destroyed the whole day. So, Rose was kind of a lifesaver today. Rose widens her eyes from my smile and quickly retreats, but before she goes, I call her back.

“Rose, could you show Rita, my sweet daughter-in-law, to the dining room? I’m going to get Emerson and Eric; we’ll be right with you.”

Rita turns her head to look at me so fast, I think her neck might snap. But as I look at her, I realize that her being my daughter-in-law is far better than her acting like my sister when she doesn’t really mean it. When she isn’t, and probably never has been. I give her a wide smile as Rose continues waiting, and then I turn around and start heading toward Emerson’s off