I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

Maybe it was stubbornness. Maybe I needed one clean thing that night. I paid for what my girls ate, pitiful as it was, and signed the receipt with a hand that wanted to shake but didn’t.

Then I picked up my purse.

“We’re going.”

The Parking Lot

We made it to the parking lot before Sophie asked the question.

“Why doesn’t Grandpa like us as much?”

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