I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

think you’ve overstayed.”

The front hall clock chimed once for the quarter hour.

12:58.

I stayed seated.

“Sit down, Andrew.”

He gave a little unbelieving huff through his nose. Men do that when they expect obedience and get tone instead.

“This is my house.”

“Then sit down in it.”

For one second, I thought he might come around the table.

I was sixty-four years continue reading …