Too good

She boasted that she never in her life put gasoline into her own car. When her Lexus’ gas gauge edged toward E, she would call her husband at work and in her most vulnerable voice cajole him into leaving his office to come home because she was stranded. Her long-suffering spouse would come home uncomplaining […]

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Passing muster

restaurant interior

I blatantly inspect his table manners. Are his elbows on the table? Does he ham-fist his fork? Does he cut his food into manageable pieces, or just cram chunks in his mouth? Does he talk with his mouth full? Is his napkin on his lap, or tucked under his chin? Does he even use a […]

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