At first, no one realized what I had done.
That was the most satisfying part.
My mother kept talking about how hard the past three years had been on her, as though my absence were something that had happened to her rather than something she had caused. Aunt Carol dabbed delicately at the corners of her mouth and nodded with tragic importance. Ryan poured the last of the expensive wine into his glass and said, “Family, man. You only get one.” Family
I almost laughed.
My father kept looking from the bill folder to me, clearly waiting for me to place a credit card on the table.
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