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

living in what became the upstairs bar. He used to joke that the raccoons had the best table in the house. Most people laughed because he was rich enough that his jokes were allowed to be funny.

Thomas stopped beside me.

Then he bent down and kissed my cheek.

“Margaret,” he said. “You should’ve called me the second you walked in.”

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