so I wore him in a baby carrier while chopping vegetables, mixing salad dressing, and arranging plates. Every few minutes, I stopped to check that he was comfortable.
Richard came through the kitchen once.
“Have you got everything under control?” he asked.
I looked up from the counter.
“Almost. Could you bring the extra chairs outside?”
“Sure,” he said, glancing at his phone.
He didn’t move.
A few minutes later, he walked out to the patio.
I finished arranging the appetizers and lifted the tray.
That was when I heard
