I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

face restaurant staff get when they are trying very hard to become wallpaper.

“Ma’am,” he said to me, “the hotdog wasn’t on your order. The bar sent it over under the host’s instruction. So I’ve only included your salmon and your son’s drink.”

“Thank you.”

Noah whispered, “Can we go?”

“Soon,” I said.

Eric grabbed the master bill from the waiter.

He looked continue reading …