I reached for the dessert menu in the little silver stand at the end of the table. It was a tall cream-colored card with a gold border. I opened it, set it in front of my son, and smoothed it flat with my palm.
“Pick whatever you like, sweetheart.”
He didn’t move. I watched his eyes travel down the page. Crème brûlée, $14. Chocolate lava cake, $15. Cheesecake. Pecan tart. At the very bottom, in tiny italics: Vanilla bean ice cream, one scoop, $6.
His finger came to rest on it.
“Can I have this one, Mom?” he whispered. “It’s only six dollars.”
I closed my eyes for half a second.
“You can have anything on the page. I mean it.”
“Okay.” His finger didn’t move. “But I like vanilla.”
“Dessert, too?” Kyle said. “Must be nice.”
“Leave him alone,” I said quietly.
“I’m just saying. Some of us don’t get dessert.”
“You’ve got a steak the size of a shoe, Kyle.”
My mother patted his arm and spoke in a loud stage whisper, like she was explaining a dog’s behavior. “She told me no this week. Now she can hear one.”
I opened my mouth. Then I closed it.
I looked at my son, pale, tracing the edge of the menu with his fingernail. I looked at my mother’s careful lipstick, and my brother’s smooth, unbothered face.
Nobody at that table seemed to remember who’d been paying for these booths for four years.
The food came, and we ate in near silence. Owen picked at his chicken fingers one at a time. My mother cut her filet into neat little squares and chatted with Kyle about a friend’s wedding. Nobody spoke to us.
“Natalie, you’re so quiet,” my mother said at one point, in a voice that dared me to argue.
“I’m tired.”
“You’re always tired.”
“I work a lot.”
“We all work.”
Kyle, who hadn’t worked in fourteen months, buttered a roll.
At eight-fifteen the waiter brought the dessert tray. My mother ordered crème brûlée. Kyle ordered the lava cake. The waiter turned to Owen with a kind, unsure expression.
“And for the young man?”
“Vanilla ice cream, please,” Owen said, barely louder than a whisper.
“Anything on it?”
“No, thank you, sir.”
I sat very straight with my hands in my lap. Something inside me went cold and still and perfectly clear, like a pond freezing from the bottom up.
At 8:40, the waiter brought two black leather folders. He set the first in front of my mother. He carried the second to me, looking like he wanted to apologize for it.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said softly.
I opened it. Garden salad, $14. Chicken fingers, $14. Sprite, $4. Vanilla ice cream, $6. Tax, $3.04. Total: $41.04.
A small, honest number.
Across the table, my mother opened her folder. I watched her eyes go down the column and stop at the bottom. Her lips tightened.
“Hm. That’s steep.”
“It’s a steakhouse, Mom.”
She looked up and fixed her eyes on me. “It’s been a very stressful week. I’d think a good daughter would just take care of it.”
Kyle leaned back with his arm along the top of the booth, grinning. He’d seen this show before. He knew how it ended.
I took out my wallet.
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