While I Was Away, My Wife Sold My Father's Restaurant to Her Lover

I was away on a business trip when my wife called out of the blue to tell me she was selling my father's restaurant.

"Julian Dickerson, I've already decided to transfer the restaurant to someone else. A hundred and eighty thousand dollars."

I froze for two seconds, then demanded to know why she hadn't discussed something this major with me first.

Her answer came without a shred of guilt. "I'm the legal representative of the restaurant. I have every right to make this call."

"Your father said the same thing when he was alive."