My Brother Called Me a Thief—Then Had Me Served on My Own Porch

the way you recognize your own handwriting.

On our third date, I told her about the lawsuit.

“They sued you?” she said, her fork suspended halfway to her mouth. “Because you were successful?”

“Because I was successful and their favorite son wasn’t.”

“That’s the most unhinged thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah. It was.”

“Do you talk to them now?”

“No. And I don’t continue reading …