At My Brother’s Housewarming, I Did The Work—But Wasn’t Invited To Brunch

two flights of stairs until my forearms trembled with fatigue. Ruby followed me with her phone extended, reading assembly instructions like she was narrating an audiobook for the particularly dense.

“No, rotate it the other way,” she said at one point, gesturing at a box I held above my head. “The other way. See? Easy.”

I rotated it.

She smiled with the continue reading …