My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

it for maybe half a minute before they make it weird.”

Too late.

What Darren Had Done

When I came back, Darren was standing beside the table with his phone in his hand.

His face had color again, but not the good kind.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Dad asked.

I looked at him. “When?”

Dad opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Mom said, “You could have told us.”

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