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

my wrist.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She nodded once, as if we’d reached an understanding. We hadn’t.

Then a woman from the event staff hurried into the hallway, breathless and trying not to look breathless.

“Mrs. Whitman, I’m so sorry. Mr. Pruitt is asking for you near the stage. There’s an issue with the donor recognition sequence.”

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