I stood there holding a dish towel.
« Thanks, » I said.
Why did I say thanks? I still don’t know.
***
By four o’clock, she had moved my place cards. I found her at the table, my careful handwriting fanned out in her hand like a deck of cards.
« Mark belongs at the head, honey, » she said. « And I’ll sit beside him. It’s easier for me to pass things. »
She had moved my place cards.
« That’s my seat, » I snapped.
Claire smiled at me the way you smile at a puppy chewing a shoe. « There’s plenty of room. Are you really that insecure? »
Two of Mark’s cousins were standing in the doorway. They heard every word. My face went hot, and I looked at Mark.
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