May 26
5 min read
“Table For One”
Searching for my own good company
The Zoo
I was the oldest of six children (or wild beasts depending on the day). By 6 p.m. my mother was ready to resign her commission. Her last act was to serve dinner, at which point a set of carefully constructed rules went into effect.
She retired to the living room with a drink and a book and steadfastly ignored us…
