My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

a napkin. “I didn’t know how to ask about it.”

“You could’ve asked what the company did.”

“I know.”

She said it small.

Darren stared at the table.

“Can you call Martin?” he asked.

Not demanding now.

Just asking.

I sat back down. My food was cold.

“I can tell him the truth,” I said.

Darren nodded too fast. “Yes. Tell him it was a misunderstanding.”

“No.”

His eyes continue reading …