he was drinking.”
“How encouraging.”
“Rachel.”
“What.”
She dropped the napkin on a wrought-iron table. “You always do this.”
“Do what.”
“You get cold and make me say the whole ugly thing out loud.”
I folded my arms.
She wasn’t wrong.
Emily stared at the brick for a second, then said, “Dad’s been doing this for months. To everybody. Not just tonight. He tells continue reading …
