So we went.
The banquet hall was full of white tablecloths, soft music, and people ready to praise Walter. When he saw us, his face went pale.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I came for the award,” I said.
“You weren’t invited.”
“I was married to the honoree for fifty years. I think that counts.”
Marcy blinked. “Walter said you two had an understanding.”
I looked at her. “Walter had many understandings. Most of them benefited Walter.”
He lowered his voice. “Sylvie, not here.”
“Funny,” I said. “That’s what you said when I asked why you were leaving.”
Soon, Walter was called to the podium. He smiled stiffly and began talking about family.
“Everything I built,” he said, “I built because of family.”
I stood.
“Then say my name, Walter.”
The room went silent.
“Say the name of the woman who raised your children, cooked those dinners, remembered every birthday, and cared for your mother when you didn’t want to visit hospitals.”
