Madison put my plate down after everyone else had begun eating. Daniel had a thick steak, and so did his wife and the guests seated along their glass dining table. Mine held one thin slice with stiff, gray edges. It was cold when I touched it with my fork. I looked to see whether Madison had made a mistake, but she was already reaching for a guest’s wineglass.
I was seventy-three years old, old enough to know that a dinner invitation doesn’t guarantee a welcome. Still, I’d driven across Los Angeles because my son had called that afternoon and said, “Come over, Mom. We’d like to see you.” they’d squeezed an extra chair onto the end of the table. there was no napkin at my place, and my water glass was the only one without wine.
Daniel laughed at something a guest said about a weekend in Napa. briefly I heard the boy who used to call me down to the Santa Monica shore to watch him race the waves. Then I watched the man across the table adjust his smile when Madison spoke, keeping his eyes on the guests. I’d come hoping to talk to him, but there seemed no polite way to begin across fourteen feet of glass and a centerpiece large enough to hide behind.
They discussed renovations and a possible retreat in Napa. I knew the cost of the private school Lily and her younger brother attended because I paid the tuition. When the family car failed, I helped buy its replacement. Hearing Daniel speak about what “we’re managing to do for the kids” while I sawed at my cold meat took work to swallow.
Lily caught my eye once. She is a thoughtful girl, quick to notice when somebody has gone quiet, and I could see her glance at my plate. Madison touched her shoulder and drew her attention back to the conversation. I gave Lily a small smile so she would not feel responsible for fixing a room full of adults. I’d been doing that for years, and the position was already occupied.
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