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

have time.”

“Time for what?”

He looked at the table. “To fix it before it looked this bad.”

It was a stupid thing to say.

It was also true.

I reached for my purse.

He panicked. “Please don’t leave like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like we’re done.”

I stood, knees complaining, pearls cool against my neck. “I don’t know what we are tonight.”

That was the truth too.

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