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
“Yes.”
“You think she knew before today?”
“I do now.”
Gavin’s jaw tightened.
“Why are we still feeding them?”
I looked at him.
“Because I don’t want a screaming match.”
“What do you want?”