My Family Chose My Sister’s Baby Shower Over My Wedding and the Next Morning They Wouldn’t Stop Calling Me

one chair pulled back, napkin folded but untouched. He looked up.

“How did it go?”

“She hung up.”

He nodded once. “She’ll call back different, or she won’t call back at all.”

“Yes,” I said. “Those are the only two options I’m accepting.”

He went back to painting. I picked up my illustration pen. The crickets sang outside the window, indifferent to all of continue reading …