Everyone got a taco. There were three on the plate so splitting the dish evenly wasn’t a problem.
That, though, didn’t prevent me from thinking about possible problems. Like what if, for example, I brought a pizza to H--’s house? Would we have to share it with B--? Is there some sort of protocol for dividing a pizza three ways when the third person is the ex-husband of your new girlfriend?
Would he sit between us on the couch?
I channeled T--. He said, “You’re overthinking this. She’s hot.” My mother chimed in with, “She’s been married once. That’s good. She’s not afraid of commitment.” My sister was not to be left out of the experience. “Why,” her voice...
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