My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

when he sent the email.”

Darren flinched.

Good.

Then I hated myself for enjoying it.

Mom started crying. Quiet, embarrassed tears. One fell straight off her chin and landed on her sweater.

“David,” she said. “Please.”

I looked at the table. The turkey was getting that gray film on it. The potatoes had a dent from where Mom’s spoon had been left sitting upright.continue reading …