My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

should talk to you.”

Darren sat down hard.

The chair legs barked against the wood.

“You did that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

It was such a stupid question that I almost couldn’t answer it.

“Because you’re my brother.”

He looked down at his hands.

Beer foam had dried between two fingers.

The Approved Line

Nancy called again.

I answered this time.

“You okay?” she asked.

“No.”

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