clapping his hands and shouting, “More, Grandma!”
Beside them, slouched in an armchair, was my husband, Dominic. His eyes were glued to his smartphone, utterly detached from the sickening tableau unfolding at his feet. A young woman draped in a clinging, emerald silk dress rested her chin intimately on his shoulder, her lips curled into a sharp, venomous continue reading …