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

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He didn’t answer. Which was its own kind of answer.

“Get some sleep,” I said. “We’ll talk later.”

He did call later. We talked for a long time about things that had nothing to do with the beach house and everything to do with it. He cried at one point, which was something I had not seen him do in probably twenty years. I didn’t find it satisfying. I continue reading …