My Cousin Read the Headline Out Loud at Thanksgiving

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“Yes.”

Another pause.

Then, awkward and stiff and ten years late, he said, “You must’ve done something right.”

I looked at him for a second.

That was the closest thing to praise he had maybe ever given me.

It wasn’t enough.

It was still something.

“I did,” I said.

And we left it there.

Dinner moved on in patches.

Turkey passed.

Beans went cold.

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