They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything

let it happen. I knew you were there. I knew you’d driven six hours. And I let myself get carried along by whatever Patricia had arranged, and I told myself it wasn’t my place to intervene in the seating arrangements.”

“You were the guest of honor,” I said. “It’s a hard position.”

“That’s an excuse.”

“It is,” I agreed.

“I want to be better at this,” he continue reading …