She still moves my kitchen table.
Every single time. Three feet toward the window.
I have stopped moving it back. I did that from about October and I have never mentioned it and neither has she.
There is a photograph on the dresser now of my father at about thirty-five, leaning on a lorry cab.
Solange asked me for it in November and had it framed and it is the frame she chose, and when Nessa asked who it was at Christmas, Solange answered before I could.
The spreadsheet still exists. I still fill it in, because I still do the books.
I have never told anybody in that family the total and I never will, and the tab is called EVENTS and it always was.
And here’s the thing I keep coming back to.
I spent two thousand eight hundred and forty dollars to give my mother-in-law a party.
