At Our Anniversary Dinner, He Gave Away My Seat

Synopsis

At our own anniversary dinner, my husband seated his first wife at the head of my table. He wrote her name on the card himself, in my kitchen, with my pen, while I was boning fish for ninety people. It was not the first thing of mine he lent her. It is the first one the whole town watched him do. I said fine. Then I lifted my pan off its hook and left it on the cold side of the range. Twenty-three years is not in the recipe. She is going to need the pan, and I am not selling it.