“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

she said weakly, “I thought we agreed. No smoking inside. The smell gets into everything.”

Mark didn’t even turn his head. “Relax, Maggie. It’s pouring rain outside. You want me to catch pneumonia? Besides, a little smoke keeps the moths away. Consider it pest control.”

He flicked ash directly into the potted peace lily my mother treasured—not into continue reading …