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

said. “Alexander, this is Christina. We went to Berkeley together.”

He extended his hand, polite and easy. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, her smile turning subtly flirtatious in a way I doubted she even consciously controlled. “How long have you two been seeing each other?”

“A few months,” I said.

“How lovely.” She lifted her left hand in a continue reading …