By the third day, however, Diane’s unpleasant eating habits had become impossible to ignore.
I caught her eating potato salad directly from its container, licking the spoon before dipping it back inside.
“Diane, please don’t do that.”
When I explained my concern, she laughed.
“Oh, honey. You’d think I dipped it in poison. We’re family, aren’t we?”
Soon she was doing the same with pasta sauce and mashed potatoes.
Then I discovered her sharing Noah’s yogurt, repeatedly returning his spoon to the cup after putting it in her own mouth.
“I’m asking you not to put your saliva in his food.”
“You’re a germaphobe, sweetheart.”
My husband, Mark, occasionally reminded her to use clean utensils. But whenever she dismissed him, he simply returned to his coffee.
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