“So?” I demanded without preamble. “What happened?”
“Well, it was quite an interesting night.”
My mom said the evening started predictably enough.
My in-laws arrived at the restaurant dressed to the nines, my mother-in-law draped in jewelry that could’ve funded a small country.
They were seated at the best table in the house — a corner spot with a view of both the garden and the pianist.
“They ordered everything, honey. Everything.” My mom’s voice was tinged with amazement.
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“They had appetizers I couldn’t pronounce, bottles of wine that the waiter had to unlock from some special case. Your father-in-law got the wagyu steak that was literally covered in gold flakes.”
“And you?” I asked, already cringing.
“Oh, I just had pasta and water. I wasn’t very hungry.”
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