My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

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He stared at me.

“And if I refuse?”

“Then enjoy your pull.”

A cart rattled somewhere inside the service corridor.

He looked back toward the dark course. “You’d split this family over a house.”

I almost smiled.

“You did that in a kitchen two years ago.”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t apologize.

Didn’t thank me either.

He just stood there with his mother’s letter on continue reading …