The leather check holder sat in the center of the table like something that had been placed there with ceremony, which in a way it had.
Twelve thousand, four hundred and eighty-six dollars and seventy-two cents.
I read it twice because the first time my brain produced the number and then immediately questioned whether it had read correctly, the way you double-check a word that suddenly looks wrong even though you’ve seen it a thousand times. The number was the same on the second reading. It was the same on the third.
I set the folder back on the white tablecloth and looked at the fourteen empty chairs around the table.
The crystal chandelier was still throwing its soft light across the room. The pianist near the bar was still playing something I recognized but couldn’t name. The wineglasses were still in their places, some empty, some still holding the last half-inch of whatever my father had decided was appropriate for a man celebrating his sixtieth birthday at a restaurant where the menu didn’t list prices. My father had made a point of telling everyone this when they sat down.
“Tonight, nobody looks at prices,” he had said, and laughed, and poured himself more wine.
Now I understood why he had said it.
My phone buzzed on the table.
A family group chat notification. Madison had posted a photo taken in the parking lot. Everyone was there, coats on, the cold October air visible in the slight blur of motion. My father had one arm around my mother and the other raised in a kind of victory gesture. My aunt was laughing with her hand over her mouth. My mother was smiling the way she smiled in photographs, a smile that had been produced by practice over many decades. Madison stood to one side with two fingers raised behind my father’s head like a teenager at a graduation photo, grinning with her whole face.
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