Demolition Before the Bloom

dinner at my dining room table stare intensely at their phones.

I heard the whispers start the second I passed them.

“She must have tripped.”

“Did you see the way she looked at him?”

“She’s embarrassing him.”

I didn’t lower my head.

I kept my chin up.

Let them stare. Let them whisper.

The humiliation was burning away.

The shock was wearing off.

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