The Elephant in the Room
The meal proceeded smoothly until it didn’t. Margaret cleared her throat and glanced around the table. “Speaking of future plans,” she said, keeping her tone nice but purposeful. “Has anything been decided about that monthly arrangement?” The room became quieter, and the unsaid tension became obvious. I took a time to consider my response, as Tom shuffled in his seat. Nobody was surprised when the topic finally came up.
The Elephant In The Room
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