My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

emoji. Someone said I was humiliating the family over nothing. Someone else joked that surgeons really do develop a god complex. Paige sent screenshots of old photos from the beach house as if prior access had transformed into permanent rights.

I muted the thread.

At 5:42 in the afternoon, the first van turned onto Seagrass Lane.

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