My Son Brought

you say that last night.”

Another pause.

Then softer, colder: “You know what I meant.”

“I do.”

“Caleb is nearly grown. He doesn’t need to be included in every little thing.”

“Every little thing? It was Christmas Eve.”

“And tomorrow would have been perfectly fine.”

“Leftovers would have been fine for him, you mean.”

“Don’t twist my words.”

“I don’t have to twist continue reading …