“Be on your best behavior,” my husband said while fixing his hair in the mirror.
“Try to look nice. And PLEASE don’t get emotional.”
I obediently cooked the meal and set the table.
I even wore a dress I hadn’t touched in years.
When dinner began, Rick turned on his showman mode. He was loud, animated, and charming.
He gladly interrupted me mid-sentence to talk over me as if I wasn’t even there.
Rick openly corrected my comments with smug little flourishes.
And David? He was polite, but quiet and observant.
I noticed the way his eyes lingered when my husband spoke over me, the tightness in his jaw.
At one point, I stood up to adjust the thermostat. Rick laughed!
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