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

me a bad person?” she asked.

It was a serious question. Eleven-year-olds ask the most serious questions.

“No,” I said. “It makes you honest.”

She went back to drawing. “Okay,” she said.

Just: okay.

As if that settled it.

And somehow, sitting there in the early light with the ocean doing its patient, indifferent work in front of us, it did.

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