At 4:30 A.M., My Husband Finally Came Home While I Sat Alone With Our Two-Month-Old Baby

a waiter. Flat, final, faintly annoyed, as though she had been the one to raise the subject and he was merely confirming a decision already made in a room she had not been invited into. They had been standing in the kitchen, the good kitchen with the marble island she had chosen and he had paid for and never let her forget he had paid for, and she continue reading …