to make it a gift on paper too. That is for Poppy’s sake, not yours. I want her to grow up secure.”
She closed her eyes like the words physically hurt her.
“And in exchange,” I said, “I want one thing.”
She looked up.
“A standing dinner. The first Sunday of every month. You, Theo, Poppy, and me. At my house or yours or a restaurant, I don’t care. Three continue reading …