Cutting close to the bone, now, and close on the clock. We have pared our life down to the bare minimum. Got rid of our students. Moved out of the house. Sent the kids off to live their own lives. Got rid of the wife, back to her country of origin. Serves her tight for asking OUR mother if we were still under warranty and returnable. Pawed the cats off on the immigration lawyer. Got the car off the road, stashed in Nahant. Now there is just the Dowbrigade, and our precisoouusss….
Why didn’t you tell them your Mother said “no” to your wife?