My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

clubs?”

More laughter.

Dad folded his arms.

Mom quietly looked away.

Neither corrected him.

Neither defended me.

Connor stepped closer.

“You know…”

“Guests usually enter through the front.”

“Staff goes around back.”

I smiled politely.

“Good to know.”

He laughed again.

“I’ll point you toward the kitchen if you’re lost.”

I looked toward the ballroom entrance.

Then continue reading …