He picked up his jacket.
“I know how to speak to my family.”
It wasn’t an answer, but it was the last chance I gave him.
***
Henry, my father-in-law, was already at the restaurant.
He picked up his jacket.
He hugged me. “You didn’t need to choose somewhere this fancy, Natalie.”
“I didn’t,” I said.
Henry glanced at Serena. “I thought so.”
Serena waved from the center of the table. “Come on, Dad. It’s your birthday.”
Tarryn, Chris’s mother, kissed my cheek and asked about work.
Neither she nor Henry had ever called me a wallet, but they’d watched me pay often enough to know the pattern.
“I thought so.”
I looked at Chris. “Are you going to tell them?”
He adjusted his chair. “In a minute.”
“You said before anyone ordered.”
“Natalie, people are still sitting down. Be reasonable, please.”
He greeted everyone and opened his menu.
The minute never came.
“Are you going to tell them?”
***
The waiter had barely handed out the menus when Serena raised one finger.
“Three shrimp cocktails, two bottles of your best red, and extra bread.”
Henry lowered his menu. “That sounds like a lot.”
“It’s your birthday,” Serena said.
Then she smiled at me. “Besides, our walking credit card finally got that promotion.”
“That sounds like a lot.”
“I didn’t get a promotion,” I said.
Serena blinked. “Really? Chris said things were going great.”
I turned to him. “Did you?”
Chris stared at the steak list. “She misunderstood.”
A few people laughed anyway.
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