He set his lunchbox down again, his fingers tapping the metal lid twice.
“We do not need to make a big production out of it,” he said, his eyes scanning the counter for his keys. “At our age, quiet is better.”
The landline on the wall rang twice before I reached it, the cord stretching tight across the breadboard.
“Mom, do not say no,” Lily said, her voice rushing through the receiver so fast she overlapped my greeting. “We are booking the Gilded Lantern for the twelfth at seven. It is already set.”
“That is too expensive, Lily,” I whispered, looking toward the hallway where Damon was putting on his boots.
“Jake is helping pay, and Noah is coming home from school,” she said. I could hear the faint, familiar clicking of her silver rings twisting against each other on the other end of the line. “You only turn fifty once. Wear something beautiful.”
