My Mother-in-Law Brought 38 Friends to My Restaurant and Ordered $23,289 of Food—She Stopped Smiling When I Put the Folder Beside Her Bill
Not perfectly.
She remained Beatrice.
She liked expensive places.
Loved status.
Still occasionally referred to my La Jolla restaurant as:
“the new location.”
As though she were on the board.
But she paid.
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