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

A few bottles of wine.

A few birthday lunches.

A few humiliations.

My mistake had been treating each one separately.

That Friday, Beatrice decided to combine everything into one spectacular lesson.

I looked at Gavin.

“Give her exactly what she asks for.”

“Why?”