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
“Excellent.”
I smiled.
“Call him.”
Her expression brightened.
She pulled out her phone.
Then, because humiliation was apparently still her preferred sport, she placed the call on speaker.
Lucas answered after several rings.
“Mom?”