My Sister Humiliated Me at the Ball Until I Let the Countdown Speak for Me

with the reflexive certainty of someone for whom documentation is a first response rather than a considered choice. She raised it, found the angle that included the wine stain, and smiled with the specific satisfaction of someone who has found a way to be useful.

“Give me something to work with,” she said. “People love this kind of thing.”

Arthur watched.continue reading …