My sister tossed a shoe at my pregnant wife for sitting in her chair. Dad laughed while Mom suggested she sit elsewhere. My wife grabbed her coat; I grabbed my keys and called the agent: “List the house.” Monday changed it all.
My thirty-two-year-old sister, Tessa, actually took off one of her loafers and tossed it toward my seven-month-pregnant wife. Why? Because Clare had sat in “her” chair at our parents’ house. The shoe missed, thankfully....