“I Give the Orders Here,” He Shouted—Until I Told Him Who I Was

the doorway behind me, coughing.

“Mark,” she said weakly, “I thought we agreed. No smoking inside. The smell gets into everything.”

Mark didn’t even turn his head. “Relax, Maggie. It’s pouring rain outside. You want me to catch pneumonia? Besides, a little smoke keeps the moths away. Consider it pest control.”

He flicked ash directly into the potted peace continue reading …