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

who disagreed about something. Always the same word: difficult. As if being difficult were a character flaw rather than a response to being asked to give up things I hadn’t agreed to give up.

Mark’s practiced patience evaporated. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You don’t think about anyone but yourself.”

I could feel the table constructing its continue reading …