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

built?”

The room listened. No one agreed. No one produced the confirmatory sounds that had been available to him an hour earlier when the evening was running according to his expectations.

“I made you,” he said. “Everything you are. Don’t forget where that came from.”

I looked at him without responding, because there was nothing in that sentence that continue reading …