The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

probably felt.

In the kitchen, the sink filled, forks clinked, and no one knew what script applied anymore.

David dried a platter and said, too casually, “So… Fortune, huh?”

I gave him a look.

He grinned. “Sorry. That’s insane.”

Patricia nudged him with her elbow. “Not now.”

“No, it’s okay.” I rinsed a carving knife and set it aside. “Yes. Fortune.”

He lowered continue reading …