My dad’s sixtieth birthday invitation said, “Black tie only—dress properly or don’t come.” Then Mom called and whispered, “Your sister’s boyfriend is a senator’s son. We can’t have you embarrassing us.”
“Are we going to Grandpa’s party?” she asked, without looking up from the purple dog with wings she was drawing. I forced myself to smile. “Maybe, sweetheart.” Two hours later, …
My dad’s sixtieth birthday invitation said, “Black tie only—dress properly or don’t come.” Then Mom called and whispered, “Your sister’s boyfriend is a senator’s son. We can’t have you embarrassing us.” Read More