My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

out of the tile.

“You’ll be hearing from my attorney,” he told Carl.

Carl said, “Okay.”

That was it.

Okay.

It made Brandon look smaller than yelling would have.

Then Denise turned to me with this face I knew from childhood. The face she used when she’d broken something and needed me to say it was fine before Mom saw.

“You can fix this,” she said.

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