My Sister Ordered Security to Drag Me Out of the Country Club

gave up.

“It wouldn’t have been real,” she said.

“I know.”

“I don’t know how to be nice to you for real. I don’t think I ever learned.”

“I know that too.”

We sat there. The radiator clanked. Somebody downstairs at the coffee shop was closing up, dragging the chalkboard sign in off the sidewalk.

“Richard called off the engagement,” she said.

I didn’t say anything.continue reading …