My son brought me his dirty laundry every Sunday

A 56-year-old widow in Sarasota, Florida, finally refuses to wash, iron and cook for her grown son and his wife, who arrive every Sunday with bags of laundry. When they leave, her son insists on taking her mail, and a thick envelope from a bank she has never used is already in her apron pocket. Following that envelope, the missing watch from her husband's safe and a bag of "dirty" clothes that smells of dryer sheets, she uncovers why her family needed her house every Sunday, and answers with the law, the paperwork and her own signature.