He Tried to Humiliate Me at the Wedding Table

checkbook.

Right there in the hallway.

No speech. No pride. Just fear doing arithmetic.

“I’d like to reimburse the wedding expenses you covered.”

I looked at the checkbook.

“You happen to have seventy-two thousand eight hundred dollars on you?”

“I can write for fifty now. The rest Monday.”

I held his gaze a second longer than was comfortable.

Then I said, continue reading …