ketchup on his chin. And his eyes on me.
He was waiting for me to fix it.
That’s what I do in our family. I’m the one who calls the coach. Finds the permission slip. Knows where the good scissors are hiding.
I didn’t say a word.
I picked up the hotdish pan. I scraped the corner pieces into a Tupperware. I snapped the lid on.
And I did not say one single word to my husband.
I’ve gone over that silence a hundred times since then. And I want
