While I Was at Lunch With My Daughter My Neighbor Called and Asked Why Someone Was Loading Boxes From My House

who would have preferred a hamburger. Lisa was dividing her attention between her phone and whatever version of a conversation we were having. Her husband Derek sat beside her with his arm draped over the back of her chair, the posture of a man who considered himself perpetually at ease in any room he entered.

Derek was a real estate developer, or described continue reading …