My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

saw the officers and instantly changed faces.

That was always her trick.

The second anyone outside the family showed up, she became smaller, softer, more breakable. Her shoulders folded in. Her voice went syrupy.

“Thank God you’re here,” she said, walking toward the first officer. “My sister is having some kind of episode.”

I laughed once.

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