Ezoic
Part of me was still hoping that if someone hurt me in front of him, Richard would stand up.
Just once.
And then Madison held out that paper plate.
The help eats in the kitchen.
And Richard kept chewing.
And Eleanor said, Sit down and apologize, or leave.
I looked at the empty chair beside my husband.
I looked at Richard.
He gave me the look. Sit.
I reached into my purse. I took out the blue envelope. And I walked the three steps over to where Richard was sitting.
I slid the envelope underneath his napkin, beside his plate of brisket.
Ezoic
Then I took the paper plate Madison was still holding out toward me, and I set it down right on top.
“No apology,” I said. “And no second chance.”
He rolled his eyes at me. The exact same way he rolled them at telemarketers and slow drivers.
