My Brother Kept Bragging About a Deal He’d Already Lost

My mother’s gravy boat touched the table with a click.

Marcus held his hand out. “Give me the phone.”

David didn’t move.

“David.”

This time sharper.

David passed it down the table like he was handing over a live wire.

Marcus read the screen. Then again. He pinched outward with two fingers to zoom in, like bigger text might turn it into a joke.

It didn’t.

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