My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

sat around long rented tables pushed together across my mother’s sunroom and dining room, with white plates, folded cloth napkins, and enough wineglasses to make the evening look more elegant than it felt.

I was sitting two seats to his left.

Two seats.

Close enough to see the tiny tremor in the wine he held. Close enough to notice the pale line on his continue reading …