My Mother In Law Claimed My New Apartment Until I Took The Trash Out

dangled from my dining room chandelier as if Lorraine had looked up and decided even light fixtures needed modesty. The air smelled like her perfume, old roses and entitlement.

I set down the handle of my suitcase.

Lorraine, I said.

Do not Lorraine me, she snapped, tightening her grip on the mug. You heard me. Get out. This is my home now.

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