My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

acknowledgment of the distance we had established, and turned back to the copier.

By Friday evening, the wind had grown stronger, whistling through the high-rise buildings downtown. Erin set two mugs of hot tea on the small wooden table on my balcony. The city lights of Boston stretched out before us, a sprawling grid of white and amber.

“So,” Erin said,continue reading …