Carla never mentioned it.
Another Christmas, I bought Gabriel a large construction set because he loved building cardboard bridges.
When he opened it, he hugged me.
Carla examined the box.
“Do you still have the receipt?”
Gabriel’s face fell.
“Why?”
“In case it breaks.”
“It’s not broken.”
“I know, sweetie.”
Then she looked at me.
“I just like having options.”
Minutes later, her parents gave him a weeklong family trip.
Carla made sure everyone understood how much planning it required.
I said it sounded wonderful.
Then she said, “See, this is why we try to focus on experiences instead of more stuff.”
Gabriel played with my construction set for eight months.
It was never one dramatic insult.
Carla preferred smaller ones.
Comments about my shoes, serving bowls, portions.
“Those potatoes are rich, Margarita.”
Or:
“That dress is cute. Was it on sale?”
Or:
“You’re so good at finding bargains. I don’t have the patience.”
