I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

am at family.”

For a second nobody spoke.

Then Aunt Linda muttered, “Two hundred thousand dollars?”

And my cousin Dana, still filming because she had the instincts of a raccoon in a shiny dumpster, whispered, “Holy shit.”

The Folder

I stood up.

Not dramatically. My knee bumped the underside of the table and sloshed my water. The dark-blue dress snagged on continue reading …