I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

on the bottle.

“We’re okay,” I said.

Sophie looked at the cash on the table. “Grandma gave us that?”

“She did.”

Sophie nodded once, serious as a tiny accountant. “Then we should say thank you.”

So she did.

She looked straight at my mother and said, “Thank you, Grandma.”

Emma echoed her. “Thank you.”

My mother’s mouth trembled. She gave the smallest nod.

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