“It Was Never Yours,” My Mother Said — Then the County Recorder Pulled Up the Deed

on my bed eating directly from the container like we’d done a hundred times before.

“So,” she said after a minute of companionable silence, “tell me again why they gave Chelsea a penthouse and handed you what sounds like a condemned building.”

“Because I’m not the fun twin,” I said. “Because I don’t light up rooms or make people laugh or inspire people continue reading …