My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

came back to the table slowly.

He didn’t sit.

“You can fix this,” he said.

I looked at him.

“David. Come on.”

Three minutes earlier, I had been an embarrassment.

Now I was customer support.

Dad nodded once, like this made sense. “If this company values you that much, surely you can make a call.”

“To say what?”

“That he’s your brother,” Dad said.

“He was my brother continue reading …