“Oh, now you’re standing up to give a speech?

Over a plain set of car keys?”

“It’s not about the car keys, Mom,” Ethan said, looking down at her.

“You’re embarrassing yourself in front of the whole neighborhood,” Linda insisted, pointing toward the house next door.

“Bringing your father-in-law into a private family matter over house rules.”

“My daughter was carrying twenty-four dollars’ worth of baby formula along a busy shoulder while limping,” my dad said softly.

“That isn’t a family rule.