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

divorced by abandonment, carrying grocery-store pantyhose in my purse because the pair on my legs had a ladder in them, and trying to pick up a second shift serving lunch at a restaurant on East Bay. Thomas was in the back office cursing at a fax machine and a stack of invoices. The hostess told me they weren’t hiring.

He came out and asked if I knew continue reading …