My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

00, we sat down around Mom’s good Thanksgiving table.

Darren sat across from me.

He wanted an audience.

“So, David,” Dad said after the first plates were filled. “Your mother tells me you’re still doing your computer project.”

“It’s going well,” I said.

Darren laughed into his glass. “There it is. Always going well. Never great. Never specific. Just well.continue reading …