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

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“Cold,” he said, and the smile slipped. “You’re being cold.”

I leaned against the doorframe. “You called me ‘the help.’”

He waved a dismissive hand. “It was a joke. Ruby had too much wine. Everyone was joking around.”

I held his gaze. “Was it a joke when you didn’t invite me to Christmas dinner?”

His face tightened imperceptibly.

“Was it a joke when you continue reading …