My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

service.”

Diane turned to him with her mouth open, honestly offended, which takes nerve.

Michael rubbed a hand over his face. “Can we not do this right now?”

I said, “When would you have preferred? After you’d boxed half the meal and loaded it into your trunk?”

He didn’t answer.

Because there wasn’t one.

Megan, who usually stays out of everything, set down continue reading …