Buying small groceries was one thing, but my son-in-law had a lot of friends, and it seemed like every few days there was a small get-together, and every few weeks a larger one. Every time, I ended up hauling home bags of food, and just the cost of the good wine alone was significant.
One day, my son-in-law announced that he was hosting another dinner.
As usual, he reminded me to buy some more expensive dishes and not to worry about saving money.
He handed me a carefully prepared menu.
I was surprised by it. There was chicken, duck, fish, seafood, and so on. It looked like it would cost well over a thousand dollars.
"Kenya, today I'm hosting my superiors, so we can't cut corners. Don't worry about the money; you cover it for now, and I'll repay you later."
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
Every time he said he would repay me, it never seemed to happen.
Once the groceries were home, I rested for a moment before starting to prepare dinner.
By the time everything was ready, a group of people came, finishing the lavish spread I had laid out.
I was so tired that I barely ate a couple of bites before losing my appetite.