***
Before Henry’s birthday dinner, I stood in front of the mirror, fastening my earrings.
Chris was fighting with his tie.
“Tonight, the checks are separate by household,” I said.
His hands stopped.
“Natalie.”
“I’m telling you now so you can tell them before anyone orders.”
His hands stopped.
“Can we not make Dad’s birthday about money?”
“I’m trying to make it about your father. Your family turns every dinner into a free buffet.”
Chris sighed. “I’ll talk to Serena.”
“Everyone, Chris.”
“You want me to announce that my wife won’t pay?”
“I want you to tell the adults that they’re responsible for their own households.”
“I’ll talk to Serena.”
He pulled the tie tighter.
“I’ll handle it.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’ll take care of it.”
“You’ll text them?”
“I’ll speak to them when we arrive.”
“Before they order?”
“What does that mean?”
“Yes.”
He picked up his jacket.
“I know how to speak to my family.”
It wasn’t an answer, but it was the last chance I gave him.
