I stared at him.
Then I said, “Okay.”
“Diane, you get yourself worked up.”
Eric relaxed.
He always did when I said that.
He thought it meant the conversation was over.
***
At the gate, I checked our boarding passes.
Mine and the kids’ said economy.
Eric relaxed.
Then I looked at Eric’s.
Business class.
“There’s something wrong with your ticket.”
Eric glanced at it.
“No mistake, Di.”
My stomach dropped.
“No mistake, Di.”
“You upgraded yourself?”
“It’s one flight.”
“You’re sitting up front while I handle three one-year-olds alone?”
“They’re calmer with you.”
“They’re calmer with me because I’ve learned how to calm them.”
His mouth tightened.
“You upgraded yourself?”
“Don’t start that nonsense.”
“Start what?”
People moved around us toward the gate.
Eric lowered his voice.
“I need an actual vacation.”
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