I Let Him Finish Laughing First

the start.

Not dramatically. She never did anything dramatically. She’d just ask little questions while stirring sauce on the stove.

“What does he do all day, exactly?”

“Does he ever laugh at himself?”

“Why’s his mother look at you like she’s pricing drapes?”

I told her she was being unfair.

I hated that memory most of all.

Because she was right.

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