I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

a family.”

“This isn’t a family meeting.”

Her smile dropped.

Just a little. Then all at once.

Roger looked at me. Amanda didn’t move.

I opened the leather folder in front of me and took out the proxy authorizations. Not copies. Originals. Frank’s. Marjorie’s standing delegation on contested motions. Pete’s as well, though he was present and grinning by continue reading …