I bought 33 pounds of beef for a family barbecue—when my daughter-in-law tried to take it all, I said three words that stopped everyone cold

instead of convenience.

But he continued walking.

A moment later, I heard their car start.

Then they were gone.

The patio remained silent.

Tom wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“You did the right thing.”

I nodded, but I did not feel powerful.

I felt empty.

Erica took my hand.

“Aunt Betty, we saw everything.”

“They were completely wrong,” Louisa added.

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