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

scattered it. Flower arrangements sat at the center of tables dressed with a formality that required advance planning and someone’s undivided aesthetic attention.

I stood in the doorway for a moment with rain still drying in my hair and let myself believe, the way I always let myself believe at the beginning of these things, that I was simply a woman continue reading …