My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

offense with old roots. “She always favored you.”

“No,” I said. “She respected me.”

That one got under the skin.

He picked up the bourbon, then set it back down without drinking. “Connor tells me you’ve built something substantial.”

“I have.”

“And now you want me to ask.”

I looked at him.

He still hadn’t learned how to say please without choking on it.

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