After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

chimed in. She was twenty-four and perpetually between jobs. “Like, you just sit on Instagram all day. I could do that.”

“It involves data analysis and market projection,” I said, cutting my turkey into precise squares.

“Boring,” Tessa sang out. “Hey, did you see the new car Mom wants?”

“We can’t afford a new car,” my father grumbled.

“Oh Mark, stop it,continue reading …