My Mom’s Younger Boyfriend Always Left Before Dessert — Then My Daughter Discovered the Reason

“So, what time is he coming?” I asked Mom that afternoon.

“Five. And he’ll need to leave by 7:30, so let’s eat by six.”

I paused.

“Seven-thirty again?”

“Avery.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You said it with your face.”

Downstairs, my daughter Chloe was setting the table.

She had noticed Richard’s strange schedule too.

“Cinderella’s coming to dinner,” she said.continue reading …