She Tried to Make Me Pay for a Mother-in-Law I Don't Have

I'd taken clients to Harborview House—a place I ate at regularly, a place I trusted.

After dinner, the server handed me two bills. One was twenty thousand, our meal. The other stopped me cold: two hundred thousand.

"Ms. Dickerson, this is the bill your mother-in-law ran up at our restaurant. She said you'd be covering it!"

The server looked at me with a perfectly rehearsed smile.

I just frowned.

I was single. What mother-in-law?

And a two-hundred-thousand bill shoved at me out of nowhere—what was this supposed to be?