I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

cigarette smoke from the bar next door. Through the restaurant window I could still see our table. My dad was standing. Jennifer was talking with both hands. Aunt Linda sat very still. My mother was nowhere in sight.

Then my phone buzzed.

Jennifer.

Of course.

I let it ring out. Then a text came through.

You are so selfish. Dad was trying to help you save continue reading …