He Yelled When I Refused To Buy His Mother’s Fancy Groceries

not moved instinctively toward her need.

She gathered her coat and left with brittle, practiced dignity. A minute later her car backed out of the driveway, and then it was just me and Daniel and the refrigerator hum.

“Claire,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” I said. “But sorry isn’t the whole conversation.”

He nodded. “Tonight.”

I moved my herbs back to continue reading …