On Christmas Day My Husband Yelled at an Empty Table Without Knowing What Was Coming

I had ironed myself that morning, and she did not move to clean it up. My own children, Curtis Junior, Denise, and Ethan, looked at the floor, at their phones, at anything that was not their mother’s face.

I had just come back from three stores across Houston, on New Year’s Eve, searching for ice and wine and the jumbo shrimp that Patricia had requested continue reading …