Then she faced my parents again.
“When we moved here, I told myself we were helping you. Then I started counting everything we did as proof that we deserved more say.”
Mom listened.
“The groceries. Appointments. Cleaning. Cooking. I turned all of it into a list.”
She shook her head.
“And when people keep lists inside a family, eventually everyone becomes a debt.”
Dad lowered himself into his favorite chair.
The chair Veronica’s guests had been using the night before.
He ran one hand across its wooden arm.
“I should
