On The Husband’s credit card: 101 burgers at Umami Burger, 101 admission tickets to LACMA, 101 golden milks at Moon Juice. We go shopping. We go to Barneys. We go to Koreatown. We go to Urth Caffé to do some light reading.
And Aaron, he doesn’t say anything. Neither does Adam.
He's right, I thought to myself.
The kids still have homework to do.
It is almost evening by the time we return to our gated
community, the sky a layer cake of pinks and oranges.
After we’ve disembarked, the Husband returns home
from the investment firm.