Heading to the cafeteria for a big break, I was still at a loss about the upcoming meeting with the failed father-in-law.

What else does he want from me? Even when Cyril and I were together, our meetings were reduced to common family and business celebrations. I was not married to his son, that is, we have absolutely nothing to share. Unless he wants to demand the return of all the gifts for these three years. To be honest, such pettiness would surprise me very much, despite the fact that Cyril was a rather generous guy. Maybe, in a fit of great love, he gave me some old great-grandmother's jewelry,...