No one moved.
David grabbed his coat and walked out.
For several seconds, the television commentator was the only sound in the room.
Then Marcus stood up.
He picked up his jacket.
“Yeah. I’m leaving too.”
Two more men followed him.
As they passed me, they quietly said things like,
“Sorry, Belinda.”
“Thanks for dinner.”
“Take care.”
I couldn’t respond.
I only nodded.
Richard tried to laugh it away.
“Wow. Sensitive crowd tonight.”
Nobody laughed.
The remaining guests quickly finished their drinks and left shortly afterward.
When the front door finally shut, Richard turned toward me.
“Are you happy now?”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“You couldn’t just laugh it off? You stood there acting like I had done something terrible. Do you know how that made me look?”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
“You held up my private underwear in front of six men.”
