My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

I gave them two names from our pilot stores.

Darren’s was one of them.

That was the part nobody at the table knew.

He stepped toward the kitchen, but the room was too quiet. We could all hear him anyway.

“Martin, hey. Happy Thanksgiving.”

A pause.

“No, I’m watching it now.”

Another pause.

His eyes cut toward me.

“I didn’t know.”

Longer this time.

“I mean, I continue reading …