Right after I paid off my house, my daughter-in-law declared it “family property” and tried to move in with my son and their kids. I said a few words that made her cry. They came for dinner on Sunday, bearing a store-bought strawberry shortcake as a pathetic peace offering. Sheena's parents were with them, invited to present a united front, to pressure me. They acted as if nothing had happened, making small talk about the weather. I let them play out their charade. I served the roast, passed the