Revelation at Supper
William Alton


I sat at the supper table and ate a roast my wife had spent all day making.
She cleaned the house and cooked a roast so I would be comfortable when I came home from work.
I ate and the roast was perfect.
I’m going back to school, she said.
What did it matter to me that she was going back to school.
I’m moving to Florida, she said.
Now that got my attention.
Florida?
They’ve given me a job teaching while I get my degree, she said.
I closed my eyes and swallowed a bit of roast.
I can’t move to Florida, I said. I have work to do here.
She didn’t blink, but she hesitated for a moment.
It’s okay, she said.
You’re not invited.