"Mom and Dad are coming for dinner tomorrow," she told him. "What time?" "Six. I'll have dinner ready." She smiled. "Cool." He looked back up at the television. "What are you making?" "I don't know yet. Maybe some Alfredo?" "Whatever." "You'll be home on time," she asked, her tone soft and hopeful. "With bells on," … Continue reading Birthday Cake
The sweet teas sat, guiltily untouched, in their rightful cup holders. How dare they be so expensive. How dare she quietly ask him to "stop" when he started bitching about the cost ($4.85 for two larges) in a voice that made the baby startle and the drive-thru worker look at her with pity. She should have known better. His voice boomed, clapping like thunder in the small SUV as they drove away from Wendy's. She drove silently, desperately trying to keep her tears at bay so not to upset him even more.