Phoebe Huxley was lost in thought. When she didn't send anything over, her mother-in-law didn't either. But as soon as she sent a gift, her mother-in-law returned the favor. 'Maybe I've thought too badly of her in the past. She doesn't seem so bad now!'
'Oh well, I'll just send more meat over in the future.'
As the wife of the eldest son, she was expected to take care of her parents-in-law anyway, if only to avoid village gossip. Phoebe Huxley hadn't cared about such things before, but if it made her daughter happy, she was willing to do it.
Besides, she didn't really mind the way things were now. In fact, it felt pretty good.
Another day passed. Tang Xiaonan didn't get out of bed until eight or nine. She had slept by herself last night, and it had been wonderfully comfortable. She could roll all over the bed, sleeping horizontally or vertically—it didn't matter. She was no longer squished between her parents like the filling of a sandwich cookie.
