At Her Anniversary Party, My Sister Kissed My Husband and Brushed It Off as a Jokek, Then Everything Backfired on Her – Middle Aged Club

Not anymore.

My phone buzzed on the counter. It was face-up. It always is now.

It was a text from Tom.

Your dad says the birdhouse needs a second coat. Saturday?

I smiled. I picked up the phone and wrote back.

Saturday. I’ll bring lasagna.

My grandmother’s recipe?

Is there any other kind?

I put the phone down on the counter. Face-up. And I went to go find my children.