My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

make fun of your shirt?” and for me to say, “Legally, yes.”

Darren didn’t say much.

When I stood to leave, Mom followed me to the door.

The porch light made everything yellow. Her wreath was crooked. Same wreath every year, plastic berries, one pinecone missing.

“I’m proud of you,” she said.

I nodded.

She touched my sleeve. “I mean it.”

“I know.”

I didn’t continue reading …