I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

rail.

Very elegant.

At 7:05, Amanda was already in her office.

She never closed the blinds, which I liked. Her desk was clean except for a legal pad and a stack of board books with color tabs sticking out. She looked up when I knocked.

“How’s she moving?” Amanda asked.

Straight to it.

“Confident,” I said. “Family dinner was a campaign stop.”

Amanda nodded continue reading …