My mother-in-law organized a dinner at a luxury restaurant, but when I arrived, there was absolutely no seat reserved for me
She looked me up and down with that familiar little smirk and said, “Maybe a cheap place would suit you better.” I didn’t flinch. The dining room behind her was all glass and soft light, the kind of midtown Manhattan place that made people lower their voices without being asked. White tablecloths, crystal glasses, the…
