GS-The turkey was still warm when he said it. I had not returned home…

the last word.

The apartment became very quiet.

“He put the paper down,” she continued. “Then he looked at the chair where you sat at Thanksgiving.”

I rested one hand against the counter.

“Mom, I didn’t host that dinner for him.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t do it to prove anything.”

“I know that too.”

Another silence passed.

Then Margaret said something I had waited continue reading …