My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

to me. Fast. Rabbit-fast.

“You knew?” he said.

“I knew.”

“This is real?”

I looked at the turkey, because looking at him felt cheap. “Yes.”

Bridget leaned toward the living room. “Wait, so… you’re rich?”

Aunt Janet hissed, “Bridget.”

“No, I’m asking.”

Mom had both hands in her lap. Her knuckles looked small.

Dad reached for his water and missed the glass by continue reading …