My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

season. Those, sure.

A ballroom full of rich people in formalwear? Not really.

Still, when I stepped onto that small stage and turned toward three hundred faces, the first ones I saw were theirs.

Dad at table twelve, rigid enough to crack.

Mom holding her napkin in both hands.

Connor looking like he’d swallowed a battery.

Good.

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