The grandson pushed his grandmother into the lake, knowing full well that she couldn’t swim and was afraid of water, just for fun: relatives stood nearby and laughed, but none of them could even imagine what this woman would do as soon as she got out of the water. –

Traditionally, Sunday was the day the grandmother spent six hours in the kitchen preparing a roast for them.

This Sunday, the “family” sat around a bucket of cheap fried chicken. The silence was deafening. There was no one to complain to about the seasoning. No one to serve them hand and foot.

“Maybe if we just… call her?” Leo whispered, looking at the greasy chicken. “Tell her we’re sorry? Tell her I’ve learned my lesson?”

David looked at his son. He saw the same entitlement he had fostered for years. “She isn’t answering, Leo. I tried. Her lawyer blocked my number. She changed her locks, her phone, and according to the bank, she’s selling the big house and moving into a condo downtown.”

Sarah let out a bitter laugh. “She’s spending our money.”

“No, Sarah,” David said, the weight of the last week finally crushing his pride. “She’s spending her money. We’re just the people who watched her drown.”