At Dinner My Father Asked About A Monthly Allowance I Never Received And The Truth Fell Silent Across The Room

a full year after that Sunday dinner, my father invited me to his new townhouse in the city, just the two of us. He attempted to grill salmon and managed to burn the edges while somehow also slightly undercooking the center, and he reduced the asparagus to something archaeologists might study. We ate it anyway, because the food was beside the point.continue reading …