My Cousin Read the Headline Out Loud at Thanksgiving

At the china cabinet.

At the crystal bowl nobody was allowed to touch as kids.

At Dad’s red face.

At Marcus’s hand still wrapped around the stem of his wineglass too tight.

“When would you have liked me to bring it up?” I asked. “Right after I was told I should apply for an administrative role?”

A couple of my cousins looked down into their plates.

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