At my father’s retirement dinner, my parents seated my husband

forwarded him their invitations asking, “Wait, isn’t this your father-in-law? Small world.” He’d said nothing to me. He’d just started making phone calls.

I didn’t know any of this yet, sitting at table fourteen with a server’s elbow practically in my hair.

I only knew the envelope was open and my name was at the top of the page.

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