Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband part 2

Damon sat at the kitchen table, his finger tracing the edge of a printed menu he had pulled up on his laptop. He adjusted his collar, though he was only wearing his gray undershirt.

“Thirty-four dollars for a roasted chicken,” Damon said, shaking his head. “In Oak Creek, Ohio. They must think people do not know what a bird costs at the grocery store.”

“The kids chose it because of the patio,” I said, keeping my eyes on the yoke of the shirt. “They wanted something nice for my fiftieth.”

“They wanted something expensive,” he said. He tapped the screen. “And their father is the one who has to pull out his wallet. Jake is twenty-four, he should understand how a budget works by now.”

“Jake is paying for his own share, Damon,” I said.

He did not look up from the screen. “He says he is. We will see who actually pays when the bill arrives.”

“He has a good job now,” I said.