He Tried to Humiliate Me at the Wedding Table

from the sprinkler, asking if popsicles counted as dinner.

“I’m sorry,” she said into my hair.

I kept one hand at the middle of her back.

“You don’t have to do this here.”

“I know.”

People were watching, but less in a hungry way now. More waiting.

She drew back enough to look at me.

“Was he really listening every time I called you?”

“Yes.”

She nodded once, continue reading …