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

warm.

They never quite covered the tension that seemed to arrive before every family holiday.

I slipped into my usual chair at the far end of the dining table.

The quiet seat.

Marcus had jokingly named it years earlier.

Nobody laughed anymore.

The name simply became tradition.

My mother smiled as she carried the turkey toward the table.

Knife in one hand.

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