At Easter Brunch My Brother Demanded The Beach House Until I Called My Lawyer And Changed Everything

ordinary. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not transferring it.”

The refrigerator motor kicked on in the kitchen. Jenna’s eyes went to her plate. My father’s jaw shifted in the way it did when he was assembling a response he wanted to sound measured.

“Why do you always have to make things difficult?” he asked.

That sentence. I had been hearing it since I was a child continue reading …