“So, then— make it not awkward.”
You swallow, and then you stuff the other half in your mouth. “How am I supposed to do that?” you ask, your mouth full.
I shake my head, and then I bring you in close so you can’t overreact by what I’m about to tell you. I kiss your forehead. “By not holding the attention of their men.”
Aware that we have eyes on us you eventually pull away. Your eyes meet mine. “I don’t think that’s the issue.”
I smile at you and your naiveté. I can’t help myself. “That’s because you’re not like them,” I tell you. “And that, Kate, is your first problem.”
* * *
I check on the kids. You go for more refreshments. When we get back to our table, I can tell you’re irritated. If I had to guess the reason, I’d say it’s probably because you hate it when I’m right.
You hand m
