"Mark belongs at the head, honey," she said. "And I'll sit beside him. It's easier for me to pass things."
She had moved my place cards.
"That's my seat," I snapped.
Claire smiled at me the way you smile at a puppy chewing a shoe. "There's plenty of room. Are you really that insecure?"
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Two of Mark's cousins were standing in the doorway. They heard every word. My face went hot, and I looked at Mark.
He was suddenly very busy with his phone.
"That's my seat,"
Claire taking my chair was one thing. Mark pretending not to see it was something else, and I needed to know which one of them I was really fighting.
Dinner was awful.
When I couldn't find the good serving spoons, Claire laughed and told the whole table, "You've rearranged everything. No wonder you can't find anything."
Mark chuckled.
