Year: 2017


“Now Brett,” she started in. “Have you forgotten something?” She glared sternly over her nose at his napkin. “It was sitting perfectly creased underneath his fork. The fork was aligned correctly with his knife. Facing blade in, of course. They weren’t heathens. He grabbed the napkin. Crumpling it onto his lap. Her lips thinned. “We …

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