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

the words it carries are not.

Women at the near end of the table were listening without looking like they were listening. One of them tilted her head slightly toward her neighbor.

“I RSVP’d yes,” I said.

“These things slip through,” she said. “With your schedule—”

My schedule. Owning a bookstore. Apparently this was a schedule that slipped through.

My mother continue reading …