Ellen was just finishing up the breakfast dishes when her mother-in-law, Margaret, called. Six-month-old Oliver was peacefully napping in his pram on the balcony, so she had a moment to chat properly.
“Ellen, love, Ive got a favour to ask,” Margaret started, sounding hopeful. “Id really love to see my grandson. Fancy me popping over for a visit?”
Ellen didnt sense anything off. Margaret lived up in Yorkshire, and they didnt see each other often. Since Oliver was born, most of their chats had been over the phone.
“Of course, Margaret, youre welcome anytime. Olivers growing so fastyoull hardly recognise him!”
“How about a week? Would that be alright?”
“Absolutely,” Ellen agreed warmly. “The sofa in the lounge pulls out, so youll be comfortable.”
Margaret practically buzzed with excitement.
“Oh, lovely, thank you! Ill be there in a couple of daysalready booked my train ticket, just in case.”
Ellen smiled. Later, she told her husband, James, about the visit.
“Fine by me,” he shrugged. “Havent seen Mum in ages.”
Three days later, Ellen got a text from Margaret:
*”Arriving todayno need to meet me, Ill grab a cab.”*
Ellen prepped the sofa bed, stocked up on groceries, and even picked up a cake.
Margaret showed up that evening with two large suitcases and a beaming smile. But behind her, in the hallway, stood a man Ellen had never seen before.
“Ellen, meet William,” Margaret announced cheerfully. “My friend. He had business in London anyway, so we thought wed travel together and introduce him properly.”
Ellen blinked at the strangera grey-haired man in his sixties, wearing a worn suit and clutching a battered suitcase.
“Hello,” she managed.
“Pleasure,” William said, offering a handshake. “Margarets told me so much about you.”
Ellen ushered them into the lounge, completely thrown. She pulled Margaret aside.
“Margaret, where is William staying? You never mentioned bringing anyone else.”
“Whats the issue?” Margaret frowned. “The sofas big enough. Williams easygoing.”
Ellen stood there, trying to process it. Their two-bed flat in Croydon was already tight for threenow suddenly there were five.
“Margaret, I only prepared for you. Weve got a babyspace is tight.”
Margaret waved her off, already unpacking.
“Dont fret, love. We wont take up much room. Right, William?”
William nodded, eyeing the flat.
“Nice place. Decent area, good transport links. Perfect for job hunting.”
“Job hunting?” Ellen repeated.
“Yeah,” William explained. “No prospects back in Leeds. Londons where the opportunities are.”
Ellens head spun. So this wasnt just a short visit.
“How long were you planning to stay?”
“Oh, as long as it takes,” Margaret said breezily. “William needs time to find something stable.”
Ellen bit her tongue and went to cook dinner. Just then, James walked in from work.
“Alright? Mum here yet?”
“Yeah. And she brought company.”
James froze.
“What do you mean?”
“A gentleman friend. Go say hello to William.”
James walked into the lounge, where Margaret was showing William family photos on her phone.
“Mum, you didnt say you were bringing a guest.”
“James, darling!” Margaret beamed. “Finally, youll meet properly. William, this is my son.”
The men shook hands. William grinned.
“Margarets told me all about you. Lovely family youve got.”
“Cheers,” James said flatly. “Mum, can we talk?”
They stepped into the kitchen. Ellen pretended to focus on cooking but listened closely.
“Mum, have you lost the plot? Bringing a stranger into our home?”
“James, dont shout. Williams a good manweve been close for months.”
“Be close somewhere else, not in our flat!”
Margarets face fell.
“So thats how it is. Your own mothers a nuisance. And here I thought youd be happy.”
James sighed.
“Mum, its not about you. But you shouldve asked. Weve got a babyroutine, peace, all that.”
“Well be quiet,” Margaret promised. “Wont be long. William just needs time to settle in.”
In the end, James caved. Kicking his mum out wouldve been awkward, and Ellen stayed silent, not pushing it.
The first few days were bearable. Margaret doted on Oliver, while William scoured job listings. But soon, cracks appeared.
Mornings meant queueing for the looWilliam took ages shaving. Margaret cooked breakfast for everyone without asking preferences. Evenings involved the guests hogging the telly, forcing James and Ellen to cram into the bedroom.
“Ellen, got a laptop I could borrow?” William asked over dinner. “Need to send out my CV.”
“Weve got one,” Ellen said. “But we use it for work.”
“Just for a bit. Important stuff, eh?”
He set up in the lounge and spent hours there, loudly calling potential employers.
“Yep, decades of experience. Foreman up in Leeds. Age? Still got years left in me!”
Oliver woke up wailing from the noise. Ellen soothed him while William kept shouting into the phone.
“Sorry, thats the grandson. Bit fussy, you know how it is.”
Margaret tried to help, but her methods clashed with Ellens.
“Ellen, why pick him up straight away? A good cry clears the lungs.”
“Margaret, hes hungry.”
“Cant behe ate an hour ago. Must be teething.”
Ellen stayed quiet, too tired to argue.
After a week, patience wore thin. William still hadnt found work but remained oddly upbeat. Margaret acted like she owned the place.
“Ellen, whys the fridge so bare?” she tutted. “Need proper groceries.”
“We buy what we eat,” Ellen said flatly.
“Need something hearty, not just yoghurts. William needs proper mealsjob huntings hard work.”
Ellen gaped at the audacity but didnt snap. Their budget was already stretched thinthe guests had only pitched in once for shopping.
Worse were Williams calls to mates:
“Dave, mate! Down in London now. Staying at my partners sons place. Two-bedder in a decent areasorted!”
Ellens jaw dropped. So they were funding this mans life while he bragged to friends?
The final straw came when Oliver got sick. Feverish and fussy, he barely slept. Ellen was exhausted, but William demanded silence for his “important calls.”
“Sorry, but the babys ill,” Ellen said.
“Yeah, well, Ive got an employer on the line! Priorities!”
James overheard and lost it.
“Mum, how longs this going on?”
“James, just a bit longer. William needs to get settled.”
“And if he doesnt? Lives here till retirement?”
Margaret gasped.
“How could you? Were family!”
*”Hes not,”* James said firmly. “Youve got two days. Then youre both leaving.”
Margaret cried, William sulked, but James held firm. Two days later, they packed up and headed back to Leeds.
Before leaving, Margaret muttered, “Shame I wont see my grandson for a while.”
The rift lingered. Ellen vowed never to host anyone againnot even for a night. Hospitality had limits, especially in a rented flat with a baby.
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