“Thanks, Mom,” she murmurs. “We can leave the tea, but we can’t leave our daughter here,” her dad says, distraught. “Forget the rules. Who’s gonna know if we split them up?” My mother-in-law rolls her eyes and pushes her husband out. “Honey,” she says, her tone firm. “Let’s go to bed. The kids are perfectly capable of drinking tea by themselves.” “Meera,” he complains, but my mother-in-law, wonderful woman that she is, pushes him out the door and closes it behind her.
