There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

whose content involved expensive candles and morning routines. Eight more women whose names I read carefully, twice, the full length of the table.

Not one of them said Wanda.

I did the mental arithmetic without wanting to: twenty-three women, a table that sat twenty-five, my invitation with its RSVP confirmed, and no chair. The mathematics were not complicated.continue reading …