She asked if he’d walk her down the aisle one day. He told her, “There’s no one else I’d be more proud to walk with.”
Then last week, Tom showed up, uninvited.
It was late, around 8 p.m., and Ava was upstairs doing homework. Mia was out visiting our neighbor, Chrissy, with whom she’d built a tight friendship.
My son knocked, holding a six-pack of beer, like it made things better.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, walking in without waiting for me to invite him.
“Tom,” I said, amazed. “What brings you here?”
Tom leaned forward, all business, getting straight to the point. “Look, I’m your firstborn son and should get more than my siblings.”
Gary’s face went white, and we exchanged uncomfortable glances. “Excuse me?” my husband said.
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