My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

Connor sent a text one night at 11:18 p.m.

You were right about him.

I never answered.

A month after that, the black insulated bag was still in the back of my SUV, flattened now, one zipper broken. I kept meaning to throw it out.

Hadn’t yet.

If this got under your skin, pass it to somebody else. Would you have made the call?

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