Chapter 4 - THE NEIGHBORHOOD AUDIENCE
Fifteen minutes later, the screech of tires echoed down my quiet street.
A silver minivan pulled a reckless U-turn, spraying gravel, and slammed to a halt right in front of my driveway. Doors flew open. Chloe stormed up my front walkway, her designer handbag swinging wildly against her hip, her face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. Jason trailed behind her, looking hot, flustered, and deeply embarrassed.
Inside the van, I could see five small faces pressed against the tinted glass, watching the show.
Chloe marched onto my porch and began pounding her fists against the wood with terrifying energy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Open this door, Martha! Open it right now or I swear I'm calling the police for elder abandonment!" she screamed, her voice carrying down the street.
Across the road, my neighbor Linda conveniently stepped out onto her front porch with a garden hose, pretending to water a flower pot while turning her entire head toward my house to catch every single word.
I unlocked the deadbolt, turned the handle, and pulled the door open just enough to block the threshold. I didn't invite them in. I stood in the gap, wearing my fleece cardigan and holding my coffee mug like a shield.
"Keep your voice down, Chloe," I warned softly. "You're waking the neighborhood."
"You locked us out!" Chloe shrieked, pointing a manicured finger right at my face. "You humiliated us! Jason, tell your mother she is losing her mind!"
Jason stepped up beside his wife, trying to look imposing, though he kept darting nervous glances toward Linda’s lawn across the street. "Mom, this is ridiculous. You can't just lock your family out of your house. We had plans. We need you to take the kids."
"No, Jason, you want me to take the kids so you two can play lifestyle influencer on the weekends while I change diapers and wipe sticky hands," I said, my voice cutting through their noise with absolute clarity. "Yesterday, in front of thirty people, your wife announced that my life belongs to her. She told everyone I have nothing better to do than provide free labor."
"It was a joke!" Chloe snapped defensively. "Everyone laughed!"
"Nobody laughed, Chloe. They felt awkward because you were being a bully," I replied evenly. "And you," I turned my gaze to my son, "stood right beside her like a guard at a courthouse, ready to threaten me if I didn't fall in line. 'If you refuse, Mom, don't expect us to help you when you need something.' Those were your exact words."
Jason flushed a deep, ugly red, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I... I didn't mean it like that, Mom. You're taking it out of context."
"I'm taking it exactly as you meant it," I said. "A transaction. You give conditional affection; I give unconditional labor. Well, the store is closed."
"You can't do this!" Chloe cried, tears of pure rage springing to her eyes. "We have brunch! We have reservations! The kids are already dressed!"
"Then take them to brunch," I shrugged. "Children love pancakes. I hear the diner down on Main Street has great booths."
"We can't take five kids to a high-end restaurant!" Chloe hissed.
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"Sounds like a parenting problem," I replied. "Not a grandmother problem."
Before either of them could formulate another screaming fit, I pulled the door shut in their faces and slid the new deadbolt home with a satisfying thunk.
