My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

And to Miss Janice from church. She always does.”

Ashley looked irritated now, less polished, the edges showing.

“Well, how were we supposed to know that?”

I said, “By asking.”

Again with that word.

Asking.

Such a small thing. Apparently too much.

Then Diane said the ugliest thing anybody said all day.

She looked me right in the face and said, “Honestly, if continue reading …