My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

a luncheon. Something social. Something people can understand.”

The hallway lights hit the diamonds at her ears. Cold little sparks.

Behind the ballroom doors, applause erupted. Somebody had won a weekend in Aspen or a signed guitar or whatever rich people clapped for between salmon and coffee.

I said, “You brought me out here to suggest I become easier continue reading …