By Michael Fredrick Geisser
“Don’t answer it,” my father said. “If people call at suppertime, they should be ignored.”
My mother said, “Donald, what if it’s one of our friends in need? Someone could be sick or hurt?”
“A rule is a rule, Gloria. Pass me the sweet potatoes.”
“Sometimes you can be so . . .” she said, stopping as she always did before she pushed my father too far. She handed the bowl to my Dad.
My dog Skippy, who was lying under my chair, began to bark and scratch at the rug.
“Shut him up, Steven,” Dad said. “He’s ruining my dinner.” [Read more…] about Flowers