My Son Started Packing My Barbecue Into Takeout Boxes

I put them in the garage.

The Phone Call

Michael called at 8:17.

I know because I had been looking at the clock anyway.

Frank was in the den watching a Rangers game with the sound low. I took the call in the kitchen.

He started talking before I even said hello.

“You embarrassed Ashley.”

I leaned against the counter.

“That’s how we’re opening?”

“Mom, you were continue reading …