On My Birthday My Daughter Whispered Go Change The Locks At Her House

On my birthday, my daughter whispered to her husband, "While I keep her distracted, go change the locks at her house," and he nodded and walked out of the restaurant while she ordered me dessert and asked about the grandchildren. I am seventy-four years old, widowed three years, and I have lived in that house since 1974. Nearly an hour later he came back with his face gone white and his hands shaking, and the first two words out of his mouth told me that something at my house had gone very, very wrong.