The Birthday Dinner Stopped When I Asked My Son One Question

his glass over and over. Tiny squeak. Tiny squeak. Tiny squeak.

Finally he said, “Dad helped us when things were bad.”

“Your mother and I,” I said.

He nodded without looking up.

“Yes.”

Brittany gave a quick breathy laugh. “Okay. So? Parents help their children.”

“Some do,” I said.

Janice jumped back in. “Exactly. I don’t see why that gives anyone the right continue reading …