After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

called Cara Wittman instead. My best friend, an ER nurse on graveyard shift, always awake.

“Vi. You’re supposed to be in Ohio. Did the plane crash?”

“I left early. They gave everyone gifts. Mom got perfume. Dad got a shirt. Rick got bourbon. The girls got designer gear.”

“And you got nothing,” Cara said.

“I got told I should be grateful to be sitting at continue reading …