The next day, my phone buzzed with a call from my mother-in-law. Her tone was unusually cheerful.
“There was a little mix-up last night,” she said breezily. “We always pay our share — I’m sure your mother misunderstood.”
From that night forward, something changed. Every family meal ended the same way: my mother-in-law would beam across the table and announce loudly, “Let’s all pay separately this time!”
The Quiet Power of Grace
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