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

pecan pie for me anyway because he remembered that’s what I used to eat standing up in the office after twelve-hour holiday shifts.

Daniel brought coffee.

At some point Richard muttered something about early meetings and pushed back his chair. Diane followed, shaken and brittle. She gave me a look I still can’t name. Not kindness. Not quite. Something continue reading …