I Came Home From Work to Find Six of My Husband’s Relatives Waiting for Dinner

am borrowing until something more permanent arrives. My mornings are quiet. My evenings are mine to plan. I have had Natasha for dinner twice, and my colleague Remo once, and my father every other weekend, and each time someone comes through my door it is because I have chosen it. Because I have said yes. Because the invitation was mine to give.

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