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…staring at his mother, who looked like she had melted.<\/b><\/p>\n
Or, more accurately, like a bright orange, patchy Oompa Loompa who had lost a fight with a belt sander.<\/p>\n
Linda was standing in the middle of my<\/i> bathroom, clutching her face. Her skin was a streaky, vibrant tangerine color, and\u2014horrifyingly\u2014her eyebrows were completely gone.<\/p>\n
“What did you put in there?!” Daniel yelled, pointing at the open jar of my ‘$1,000 cream’ on the counter.<\/p>\n
Linda turned to him, fake tears streaming down her orange cheeks. “I just wanted to freshen up! I thought I\u2019d borrow a tiny bit of her moisturizer since my skin is so dry from the stress! But she poisoned it! She tried to burn my face off!”<\/p>\n
She pointed a stained finger at me. “You did this on purpose! Daniel, look at me!”<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me, bewildered. “Honey? What is in that jar?”<\/p>\n
I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. I felt a calm satisfaction I hadn\u2019t felt in years.<\/p>\n
“Well,” I said, keeping my voice level. “After Linda used half of my actual<\/i> La Mer cream yesterday\u2014which, by the way, was a gift from my late grandmother\u2014I hid the real jar in my car safe.”<\/p>\n
“Then what is this?” Daniel asked, horrified, looking at the sludge in the decoy jar.<\/p>\n
“Oh, that?” I smiled. “Since Linda loves rearranging things, I figured I\u2019d use the empty jar to mix a batch of industrial-strength self-tanner and hair removal cream. I was going to use it to prep my legs for summer later this week. I labeled the bottom of the jar ‘DO NOT TOUCH – CHEMICALS,’ but I guess Linda didn’t bother checking before she helped herself to my things. Again.”<\/p>\n
Silence filled the bathroom.<\/p>\n
Linda gasped, realizing she had just admitted to stealing and<\/i> that she was now bald above the eyes. “You… you set a trap!”<\/p>\n
“I put a mixture in a jar in my<\/i> bathroom,” I countered. “The only way it becomes a trap is if someone steals it.”<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel. This was the moment. Usually, he\u2019d ask me to apologize. He\u2019d say I should have labeled it better. He\u2019d say, ‘She\u2019s my mom, cut her some slack.’<\/i><\/p>\n
Daniel looked at his mother\u2014bright orange, eyebrow-less, standing in a bathroom she had redecorated without permission, wearing my robe that she had claimed for herself. He looked at the jar. Then he looked at me.<\/p>\n
The fog finally lifted.<\/p>\n
“You went through our cabinets again,” Daniel said, his voice low.<\/p>\n
“Daniel! My face!” Linda shrieked.<\/p>\n
“You stole from her,” he said, louder this time. “First, you moved the furniture. Then you invited strangers into our home. Now you\u2019re stealing expensive things from the bathroom? After I asked you\u2014begged<\/i> you\u2014to respect her space?”<\/p>\n
“I am your mother<\/i>!”<\/p>\n
“And she is my wife<\/i>!” Daniel roared. The sound bounced off the tiles. “And this is her<\/i> house. Not yours.”<\/p>\n
He pointed to the door. “Pack your bag, Mom. You\u2019re going to a hotel. I\u2019ll pay for the first two nights. After that, you figure out your pipe situation on your own.”<\/p>\n
“You can’t be serious! Look at me!”<\/p>\n
“I am looking at you,” Daniel said, his voice cracking with exhaustion. “And frankly, it\u2019s hard to miss. Get out.”<\/p>\n
Linda left twenty minutes later, wearing oversized sunglasses and a scarf wrapped around her head like a celebrity in hiding.<\/p>\n
It took three weeks for her eyebrows to grow back and a month for the orange to fully fade. She hasn’t asked to stay with us since. And as for Daniel? He bought me a brand new jar of cream, installed a lock on our bedroom door, and finally realized that “peaceful” and “predictable” were worth fighting for.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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