I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

dragging.

“Grandpa does like you,” I said automatically.

And then I stopped.

Because that wasn’t the question. And it also wasn’t fully true, not in the way she meant it.

Sophie stood by the passenger side, waiting.

I tried again.

“Grandpa has favorites sometimes. That’s about him. It’s not about you.”

She absorbed that in silence. Too much silence for nine.continue reading …