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My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

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did not call three times unless something was on fire or a reporter had gotten cute.

I stood up.

“Excuse me.”

Nobody moved.

I walked into the hallway near Mom’s little table with the ceramic pumpkins. There was a framed photo of Darren and me from 1994, both of us in Kings jerseys, both missing front teeth. He had his arm around my neck. Not choking me.continue reading …

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