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

from the table. Just the management of consequences, as though consequences were the only thing that had happened.

I deleted the message and opened the notebook I kept by the register and wrote three lines on a fresh page:

Private. Honest. No audience.

The terms under which I was willing to continue.

The emails arrived through the morning. Margaret’s consulting continue reading …