They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

guest, my sister’s boss, sat at the head of the table swirling his cabernet with the ease of a man who understood that being deferred to was simply the natural condition of his life.

“We’re always looking for hard workers,” he said, with the indulgent warmth of someone addressing a child who has said something charmingly misguided. “Who knows, you might continue reading …