So, two days away from our annual vacation, M calls us at 8:30 at night to tell us that he and his room mate Z, who have been living with Z's mom (M rent free, I believe) were moving into their new apartment this evening when Z claimed the Master Bedroom. An argument ensued because M is older and therefore should have the Master Bedroom. (Why is there not an emoticon that sighs?) Zach's got his stuff locked in a garage somewhere... So, M is standing on the street in the rain that comes down the way it does in the Pacific NW on a cold March night, wanting to vent at us. We're in the car driving home from a nice night out with L -believe it or not - but then again, we paid... husband somewhat ungracefully gets off the phone so that we can discuss this, and we agree that M can't come home. We'll pay the night at a hotel if necessary, but he has to work this out with Z at least so long as to figure out the first and last months' rent, and that we can help M find a place to be in the long run - not sign anything - but this is something he needs to work out. And maybe Z deserves the Master for having allowed M to sleep on his mom's sofa for the last however many months. Credit where credit is due, standing wet and cold on a street corner, M recognizes that he maybe should not have lost his temper. M. is starting by calling Z's mom. I am having husband call M and make sure that it doesn't escalate to a police situation or both of them getting evicted. So far, it doesn't sound very productive - but. That's what I keep hearing husband say, "But!" as in re-directing the conversation. Why? Why two days before we go on vacation?