My Daughter-in-Law Served Me Only Water Until the Head Chef Asked to See Me Privately

Five lobster thermidors, the large ones, and a bottle of your best white wine. Four lobsters, Michael corrected her gently, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. Marlene looked at him, confused, then followed his gaze to me. And then she smiled. That smile, the same one she uses when she’s about to stick the knife in.

Oh, right, she said as if continue reading …