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

topping off her wine.

“Tell me everything. No, actually—start with what his hands look like and then tell me everything.”

She demanded to meet him almost immediately.

“Third date is fine,” she said when I hesitated. “If I wait any longer, I’ll explode.”

So we arranged dinner. I still remember the pale gold candlelight on the table, the noise of cutlery,continue reading …