My Sister Hired Three Lawyers to Ambush Me at Christmas Dinner

could do five thousand, maybe, toward something specific. Flowers, catering for a table, whatever she wanted to put it toward.

She cried. Not performance crying – just quiet, tired crying, the kind that doesn’t ask for anything.

Carol put her hand on the table near Danielle’s and didn’t say anything.

My mother looked at the candle.

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