I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

one way to put it.

Claire sat very straight. Too straight. Her plate was untouched.

“You should eat,” Margaret told her. “Sulking burns energy.”

I looked at the woman for one full second longer than politeness allowed.

Margaret held my gaze, then reached for her wine.

Good.

Even jackals know when they’re being seen.

Andrew dabbed his mouth with a napkin. continue reading …