Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

next table look over. He paused, his eyes drilling into me, waiting for me to reach for my purse and follow him out to the parking lot.

I did not move toward my purse or my coat.

Instead, I took my linen napkin from my lap, folded it into a neat, small square, and set it down beside my butter knife with a slow, deliberate touch. It continue reading …