He Asked Me To Dress “Appropriately” For Dinner—Without Knowing Who I Was

music, the murmur of other conversations, the gentle clink of silverware on china—seemed to grow louder in the vacuum of our table’s silence.

“Sixteen…” Richard’s voice trailed off.

“Million,” I confirmed. “Though it varies year to year, of course. Some years are better than others.”

Mark looked like he might faint. “Mom, how is that… why did you never…”

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