prove him wrong by acting impulsively.
I was going to prove him wrong by becoming informed.
The Conversation He Never Expected
Six months after the evening on the patio, Richard came home late on a Thursday.
He looked tired and irritated.
“Have you done anything about dinner?” he asked, loosening his tie.
I was sitting at the dining-room table with my laptop open and a notebook beside it.
“There’s food in the refrigerator.”
He looked at me.
“Could you heat it up?”
“I’m working right now. You’ll need to do
