My Family Toasted

“Because it’s Thanksgiving.”

“That hasn’t mattered for three years.”

She sighed. “Don’t be difficult.”

“I’m not being difficult. I’m being accurate.”

Another pause. In the background, I could hear cabinets closing.

“Your father has news,” she said.

There it was.

“What kind of news?”

“He should tell you himself.”

“Then he can call me.”

“Mara.”

“Mom.”

Her voice continue reading …