At A Restaurant Dinner, My Family Asked Me To Sign Something I Was Not Expecting

a blazer that I also hadn’t seen, a good one, charcoal gray with subtle texture. Brooke was in the kind of dress that photographs well, and Marcus stood when I approached the table, which was either good manners or performance, and I still don’t know which.

Brooke’s phone was already against the vase. The red dot was already on.

I sat down. I placed continue reading …