In the morning, my mother called: “Plans changed Ivy isn’t welcome. Your sister wants adults only at
By noon, the luxury lake house I’d rented was canceled, my sister had returned my SUV, and my phone was flooded with furious calls. “Plans have changed, Nora,” Mom announced. “Camille wants an adults-only Thanksgiving. Ivy can’t come.” I stared at my daughter, who was decorating our kitchen windowsill with handmade paper turkeys. She’d spent…