My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

could almost see the gears grinding.

He chose them.

Of course he did. He’d been choosing them in tiny ways for years. This was just the first time he had to do it where people could see.

He started picking up the filled containers.

Not to empty them.

To carry them out.

Frank said, very calm, “Set those down.”

Michael kept moving.

Frank is seventy and his left continue reading …