I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

given tomorrow’s agenda.”

Peter’s spilled water reached the salt cellar.

Andrew stared at me. “That’s impossible.”

“No,” I said. “Poor due diligence is possible. This is just embarrassing.”

Beth made a noise that might’ve been a cough if she hadn’t looked like she was trying not to smile.

Margaret set down her fork. “Harold would have told us.”

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