I Let My Son Humiliate Me At Dinner For Half A Minute

replied smoothly. “Just four.”

Then she folded her menu and smiled politely.

“Oh… and for Margaret?”

She paused just long enough for everyone to look at me.

“A glass of water will be fine.”

Silence settled over the table.

Daniel didn’t move.

He looked at Ethan.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Expecting him to correct the order.

Instead…

My own son leaned back in his chair, met continue reading …