There was Helen, standing beside an airport window, wearing sunglasses and a cream-colored scarf, smiling in a way none of them had seen for years. Behind her, a plane waited beneath a bright blue sky.
The caption read:
First Mother’s Day gift to myself. Rome tonight.
No one said a word.
Tomas returned with the same professional smile. “Are we ready?”
Brian stared at the bill as if it might shrink if he looked hard enough.
Madison whispered, “Put it on your card.”
“My card?” Brian barked.
“You make the most money.”
“I have three kids!”
Kevin said, “I can cover two hundred.”
Madison glared at him. “Two hundred? You ordered the tomahawk steak.”
“It said brunch special!”
“It was eighty-six dollars!”
The argument rose just high enough for nearby tables to begin glancing over. The grandchildren went quiet. Lauren looked humiliated. Eric rubbed his forehead. Amber asked whether anyone had a card that would not decline.
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