The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

Our mother just stared at her.

Abigail went on. “You invited half the coastline because you wanted photos with generals and donors and judges. You wanted people to see what kind of daughter you raised. You didn’t even ask if I wanted this ridiculous party.”

“You were thrilled.”

“I was flattered,” Abigail snapped. “There’s a difference.”

My father closed continue reading …