When It All Fell Apart
Then, he quickly changed the subject, saying he would get me something to eat.
Half an hour later, he returned with a load of takeout. One glance and I could see it was greasy barbecued meat, dishes loaded with jalapenos, and even food I was allergic to. I had always known he had never bothered to remember my preferences, but the realization still stung.
I pushed the food aside. "I’m not hungry."
He frowned, telling me not to be difficult.
"You’ve got that little notebook where you keep all of Ruby’s favorite things, but do you even know I can’t eat eggplant? It makes my tongue go numb, and my lips swell up."