My Husband Said His Family Was His Problem, So I Let It Be

him in the kitchen before I came downstairs.

“No, Mom, I know.”

Pause.

“I said I know.”

Longer pause.

“No, she didn’t steal anything.”

I poured coffee slowly, because if I moved too fast I’d smile.

He turned when he saw me. Linda’s voice was tinny and sharp even from across the room.

“Put her on,” she snapped.

Daniel held the phone against his chest.

“She wants continue reading …