After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

Uncle Rick dominated with contractor stories I’d heard six times before. Tessa and Belle whispered and giggled, glancing at me.

“So Violet, still doing that computer thing?” Rick boomed, spraying stuffing onto the tablecloth. “What is it—Facebook for dogs?”

“I work in digital marketing strategy. We handle branding for tech firms.”

“Sounds fake,” Belle continue reading …