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

eyes for half a second. The nearest thing she allowed herself to panic.

“Of course there is,” she murmured.

Then she looked at me again.

“If you’re returning to your table, do try to mingle on the way.”

And she walked off.

The Folder in My Bag

I didn’t go back right away.

I stood by the window overlooking the gardens and watched two men in catering uniforms continue reading …