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

and didn’t make one for me. When I pointed that out, you told me the dirty pub across the street would suit me better, and you laughed.” I paused. “That’s not an oversight.”

My mother stepped forward. “You are being dramatic, Wanda. This is not the time or the place—”

“I told you where and when,” I said. “My shop. Tomorrow. No audience. If you want to continue reading …