My Son Cut Me From The Wedding Guest List Then Sent Me The Bill

Spencer glanced over at me at every red light. “Well?” he asked finally.

I looked out at the winter-dark streets, the slush gray along the curb, the lit rectangles of apartment windows.

“She seems smart,” I said.

He beamed like I had handed him a judgment from a high court.

So I thought: this is what love looks like for him. Let it be.

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