One Sentence Across the Table

Not through… holiday channels.”

It was such a clean little knife that even Ted winced.

I said, “Send your information to my contracts director.”

Rebecca stood so fast her chair legs scraped the hardwood.

“I think everyone should go.”

Nobody argued with her.

Coats came off hooks. Goodbyes got chopped down to one sentence each. My mother fluttered by the continue reading …