“I didn’t even know you were going,” I’d say, trying to keep my voice neutral.
“It was super last-minute,” he’d mumble.
Once, Claudette told me during brunch, “These things are honestly so dull, honey. We didn’t want to torture you with three hours of tuna casserole and Grandpa ranting about the IRS.”
I forced a laugh. “Wow, thanks for the save.”
Jason would pat my knee and whisper, “They’re just old-fashioned.
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