I nodded.
“You’re right.”
Then I smiled politely.
“And I’ve decided to change it.”
Ryan sighed.
“Mom, we work full-time. We need the larger room.”
“I worked full-time for 40 years while paying for this house.”
Neither of them answered.
I continued.
“The guest room has a bed, a closet, and a bathroom nearby. It will serve you just fine while you decide what comes next.”
Olivia stepped farther into the room.
“You can’t expect us to live in that tiny space.”
“I don’t expect anything.”
She pointed toward the hallway.
“My wardrobe doesn’t even fit.”
“That sounds like a problem you’ll need to solve.”
Ryan looked exhausted already.
“Mom, can we just sit down and talk?”
“We’re talking now.”
He glanced nervously at Olivia before speaking again.
“You’re overreacting.”
I looked directly into his eyes.
“Tell me something.”
He frowned.
“When your wife stopped me from eating a cupcake that I paid for, why didn’t you defend me?”
His mouth opened. Nothing came out.
“You laughed.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then tell me what it was like.”
He searched for an answer. None arrived.
Olivia rolled her eyes.
“Oh, please. It was obviously sarcasm.”
“It didn’t sound sarcastic.”
“You’re 65 years old,” she snapped. “You should have known I wasn’t serious.”
“I did.”
She blinked.
“I knew exactly how serious you were.”
The room fell silent.
Finally, I walked toward the bedroom door.
“As of today, the master bedroom is no longer available.”
Ryan’s shoulders slumped.
“Where are we supposed to sleep tonight?”
“The guest room.”
Olivia scoffed.
“This is unbelievable.”