I Was Uninvited From Christmas by the Man Living in My House

No hug. No handshake. Just both of us pretending we were too old for scenes.

Lunch went the way these things go. Small talk with knives inside it.

Aunt Jean asking if everyone had travel plans.

Greg talking about interest rates like he understood them.

Susan asking Michael if the kids were excited for Christmas.

“Very,” he said.

I watched his hand shake continue reading …