My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

said something.

I didn’t.

Nancy said, “Don’t fight the internet on Thanksgiving. You’ll lose and they’ll use cranberry sauce memes.”

Behind me, Darren made a sound. Not a laugh. Almost.

“Send me the schedule,” I said.

“Already did. And David?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t promise anyone a job today.”

I looked at my brother.

Too late for that too, in a way.

When I hung up,continue reading …