I Let My Sister Talk Herself Into the Fire

vote to Natalie?”

Marjorie folded her scarf into her lap. “I gave limited authority to the person least likely to make me regret it.”

That landed.

Pete snorted into his coffee.

Rebecca looked at Dad’s screen. “Did you know about this?”

Dad looked miserable. Which was, frankly, a little late to be useful.

“No,” he said.

“And nobody thought to tell the family?continue reading …