Despondent, and desperate for company at the close of the day, I drove over to my parents’ house for dinner. Since I had a standing invitation from Dad but hadn’t told him I was on my way, I stopped and bought a rotisserie chicken, potato salad, and a bag of salad with all the fixings. Martin opened the door and snatched the food out of my hands, saying’ “Perfect. I’m starving.” I followed him to the kitchen and found Mom and Dad already there. They were taking items o...