Lunch

“Where are we going?” Dad asked again. “We’re meeting my friend, Kathy, for lunch.” She wasn't my friend. “Oh, where’s that?” I pointed. “Right there.” “We’re having lunch?” “Yes.” “Who are we meeting?” “Kathy.” I pulled into a parking space. I didn't cry. “Ok, let’s go.” “I’ll stay here.” “No, come. We’re having lunch” “Here?” … Continue reading Lunch

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