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

and somebody’s cigar.

He shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

“So,” he said.

“So.”

“I feel like I married a secret government agency.”

I laughed. Finally. A real one.

“It’s less glamorous. More spreadsheets.”

He glanced over at me.

“Did you hide it from me?”

“No.”

“But you didn’t exactly volunteer it.”

I watched a valet jog past carrying keys on a ring the continue reading …