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My In-Laws Treated Our Home Like a Free Five-Star Restaurant for Months—Then One Weekly BBQ Came With a Price They Never Saw Coming
“Meghan, sweetheart, it’s Richard.”
I already knew his tone: he always sounded as if he were doing me a favor just by calling.
“Hi, Richard. Everything okay?”
“Better than okay. I’m bringing a couple of friends from the club tomorrow. Nothing fancy. Just make sure the backyard looks presentable.”
I closed my eyes. “How many is a couple?”
