My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

room, toward the TV, toward the number. “Yes. This.”

My phone buzzed again.

This time it was Nancy.

I ignored it.

Darren’s eyes were wet, which made me angry in a new way. He got to be cruel first and wounded second. Nice system.

“Martin forwarded the email,” he said.

“To who?”

He didn’t answer.

“Darren.”

“To Eastbridge HR. Legal. I don’t know. He said my judgment continue reading …