He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

“Please.”

He looked at me, not Thomas.

That told me enough.

My mother took the bag from his shoulder and said, “Come in, honey.” Just like that. No drama. Bless her forever for that.

Thomas stayed on the porch.

“I need to talk to you.”

My father did not leave. Neither did I.

So Thomas talked with all three of us there, and said the kind of pathetic things continue reading …