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

in a hallway.

I almost corrected him.

Almost.

Then Diane, who’d been quiet longer than usual, dabbed at the corner of her mouth and asked the question she’d really been chewing on since Thomas appeared.

“What exactly is Margaret’s connection to the business now?”

Straight to money.

Always.

Thomas leaned back. “Still direct.”

I said, “Thomas.”

He ignored me.continue reading …