The Mother-in-Law Treasure

“Mom called yesterday…” O lga froze with a cup in her hand.

“Again. Every time we decide something, she shows up like the devil from a snuffbox. Only she criticizes. It’s like she has a patent on motherhood.”

“She says camps are pure harm. Kids there teach each other god knows what—especially at night. Everyone from different families, like you can’t predict it.”

Olga’s coffee started to boil at just the look of it.

“Yeah, right. Because the best upbringing is sitting with grandma, listening to how she trashes everyone around, and learning how to catch men in retirement the proper way. That’s the ideal development program for an eight-year-old girl.”