my husband’s girlfriend to Christmas Eve?”
“I invited the woman he insists is not his girlfriend,” she said.
Vanessa arrived beside Daniel carrying a bottle of wine.
She looked nervous, but there was nothing glamorous or theatrical about the evening.
Margaret served the same ham, potatoes, green beans, and cranberry dish she had made for years.
Robert barely spoke to Daniel.
I forced myself to remember I didn’t need to compete with the woman sitting across from me.
For a while, dinner was almost painfully polite.
Vanessa talked about her
