What didn’t happen.

My parents met him and they didn’t get along.

I had figured as much, but when it happened it was like a slow-motion disaster. Everyone was on their best worst behavior. He had his cellphone out too often. My dad acted like a jerk. My mother tried to be nice. He was too quiet. They were too quiet. I was too nervous to think of anything to say and kept shoveling food into my mouth like I hadn’t just had lunch. I had. I had eaten too much and I felt full of fish tacos and salad and resentment.

They didn’t get along.


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