My husband tried to stop me.
— Come on, honey…
I interrupted him.
— No. Every time I cook for two days, do the shopping, clean the yard, and after you
leave, my sister and I clear the tables and wash the dishes.
And you say it’s normal.
It is no longer there.
My brother-in-law burst out:
— Are you making such a fuss for a few hundred lei?
I smiled.
— No.
For five years in which you confused hospitality with obligation.
I took the key to the refrigerator.
I put the remaining meat, the fish I had bought as a backup, and the drinks in my sister’s trunk.
— We are going to the lake.
Anyone who contributed is welcome.
Who doesn’t…
He can go home and make his own barbecue.
For a few moments, no one moved.
Then my sister and her family stood up smiling.
I loaded the food into the car and left.
