I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

“I left him last month.”

I just looked at her.

Not because I didn’t hear her. Because I did.

“What?”

“I signed a lease on a condo in Arlington Heights.” She gave a small, strangled laugh. “Condo sounds nicer than it is. It’s two rooms and a kitchen with ugly counters.”

My brain tried and failed to catch up.

“Does Dad know?”

“He knows I looked at places. He continue reading …