My Brother-in-Law Stayed Five Days and Left Our Apartment a Mess – I Stopped My Husband from Calling Him Because I Had a Better Idea – Page 8

“I think six dinners weren’t for one man.”

“He eats a lot.”

“Not six lasagnas.”

That made him laugh despite himself.

Then he became serious.

“What if he admits it?”

“Then we ask why he thought that was okay.”

Friday came. Greg arrived at seven carrying a bottle of soda and absolutely no sense that anything was wrong.

He hugged Dan.

Then me.

“Sorry I missed you guys last weekend.”

I smiled.

“Us too.”

We sat down.

I had made pasta.

Nothing fancy.

For 20 minutes, the conversation stayed normal.

Greg talked about work.

Dan talked about Michigan.

I asked whether he’d stopped anywhere interesting on his drive.

Every time Dan looked at me, I could see the question in his face.

“Now?”

I kept waiting.

Then Greg gave me exactly what I wanted.

He leaned back and said, “Actually, I might be through here again next month.”