I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

around the table for backup, the way he always did. He liked witnesses. Witnesses made him feel right.

“She’s doing this because I made one joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” I said.

Jennifer sighed. Actually sighed. Like I was making her late for something noble.

“Claire, honestly. Nobody said the girls couldn’t eat.”

I looked at the takeout containers by her continue reading …