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

eventually, in pieces. But “I did it.” That one she got out clean.

The Birthday Cake

After she left, around midnight, I opened the white patisserie box. Richard had left it on the reception counter at the club. David had it sent over to my apartment by courier.

Inside was a small lemon tart with a candle taped to the lid in a little plastic bag. There continue reading …