I knew that tone.
It meant he wanted me to reconsider before I embarrassed his family.
Normally, I would have stopped.
I would have apologized, laughed awkwardly, and assured Brenda that I hadn’t meant anything by my comment.
But not that afternoon.
I lifted the turkey and walked toward the front door.
“Margo!” Graham called again.
I kept going.
Walter was standing on the porch smoking a cigarette when I passed.
He barely looked at me.
I carefully carried the platter down the steps, opened the car, and settled it
