didn’t, he became increasingly irritated.
He complained that dinner wasn’t always ready when he arrived home. He asked why I needed to attend evening classes. He suggested that I was embarrassing him by discussing my job with people at family gatherings.
Then one evening, he said, “You seem to think you’re someone important now.”
I was reviewing invoices at the dining-room table.
I looked up.
“No. I think I am someone.”
He stared at me.
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“Then explain what you meant.”
He walked away.
A few
