We have differing views on my contribution to our book club: I see myself as its beating heart; my wife says I’m an interloper
For the first time in the history of book club, I can’t make it to book club. The scheduling conflict arises late in the day, which is galling because I’ve already read the book, and I can’t very well unread it.
“You won’t be missed,” my wife says.
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