One Sentence Across the Table

she said.

“No,” I said. “I enjoyed not lying for you.”

She shook her head. “You always do this.”

I almost asked what, exactly? exist in ways that annoy you? But I was tired.

“Do what?”

“Make things into class warfare. Like I’m some villain because I wanted one dinner where people didn’t…” She trailed off.

“Didn’t what?”

She snapped, “Didn’t look at us and continue reading …