Chapter 10 - Sunday Dinner at the Patriarchal Table
The driveway at my parents' house was packed to capacity when I pulled my sedan into the gravel lot on Sunday afternoon. Cars spilled out onto the grass. Inside, through the screen door, I could hear the muffled hum of dozens of relatives chattering in the living room.
I turned off the ignition, unbuckled Teo, and looked back at Marlo. "You ready?"
Marlo adjusted her collar, her expression entirely serene. "Born ready, Mom."
Teo held up his plastic triceratops. "Stomper has super-strength today, Mommy. We're not scared of giant lizards."
"We're not scared of anything, buddy," I smiled, opening the car doors.
As we walked up the front steps, the screen door pushed open. Aunt Rey was standing there, holding a platter of deviled eggs, looking smug.
"Well, look who finally decided to show up," Rey announced loudly enough for the whole living room to hear. "Patrice told us you'd see reason."
The chatter inside instantly died down. Twenty-five pairs of eyes turned toward the entryway as I walked in, flanked by my two children.
My mother emerged from the kitchen, wearing her Sunday best, a triumphant smile plastered across her face. "Karen. I'm glad you finally realized how foolish you were being. Go sit down at the head table; dinner is almost ready."
She spoke to me not as a daughter, but as a subordinate returning to her post. The entire room waited, holding its breath, expecting the usual submissive nod, the nervous apology, the restoring of the natural order.
Instead, I didn't move an inch.
I reached into my tote bag, pulled out the manila envelope containing my mother's red-inked financial ledger and old photographs, and laid them flat on the entryway table right in front of her.
"We didn't come for dinner, Mom," I said, my voice echoing clearly through the silent house. "We came to return your paperwork."
My mother's triumphant smile faltered, her eyes dropping to the ledger exposed on the table.
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===STORY_CONTINUITY===
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