Anita pasted a smile on her face as she watched Lisa and her husband walk down the stairs to join her in the living room where she had been waiting for them since the housekeeper let her into the house.
"Hello, Anita. It's been a while," Lisa's husband greeted cheerfully.
"How is my favorite brother-in-law doing?" Anita asked, and Ron grinned.
"Don't let your mother hear you. I'm certain if she had her way she would want even my angel to hate me and probably divorce me," Ron said, and Lisa slapped his arm playfully.
"Don't say that. Mother doesn't dislike you that much," Lisa said in her mother's defense.
"Oh, yes she does. And we all know that the only reason she tolerates me is because I'm not poor. If I were poor she would never let any of her daughters smile at me," Ron said, and both sisters giggled.
"That's true," Anita said, bending her lips to the side.
