At My Son’s Society Wedding They Seated Me In The Last Row Because They Thought I Was Poor

of her desperation rather than her estimation of my value.

“We could proceed with the lease termination,” Margaret said, “or we could offer revised terms.”

“What kind of terms?” I asked.

Theo looked at me with the same directness I had been relearning to read.

“The kind that make certain things binding,” he said. “Certain standards of conduct. Certain continue reading …