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

a crooked tie, came over a minute later carrying a small plate. Not from our order. On the plate was a sliced filet, mashed potatoes, green beans.

He set it in front of Noah.

“From the kitchen,” he said.

I looked up. “We didn’t order this.”

“I know.”

That was all he said.

Noah looked at me first.

I nodded.

“Go ahead, baby.”

He picked up the fork with careful continue reading …