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

Apparently.

Then another guest asked:

“And who is paying for all this enjoying?”

Beatrice lifted her glass.

“With money from the restaurant, of course.”

My heart stopped.

She smiled.

“In the end, it all stays in the family.”