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

you to sit there and take it.”

“You told me to protect you,” he said. “There’s a difference. Tonight I just figured out a better way to do it.”

The light turned green.

He pulled through the intersection and reached over without looking and put his hand on top of mine, on top of the envelope, on top of all nineteen names.

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