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

“The development committee chair is territorial in his sleep.”

“Who?”

“Walter Pruitt.”

I almost smiled. Of course Mr. Pruitt had needed Eleanor by the stage.

The old men always travel in clusters.

James folded the page very carefully, like he was trying not to tear through somebody’s skull with it.

“Then let’s go talk to them.”

I held up a hand.

“No.”

Both continue reading …