At My Father’s Funeral, My Brother Announced He Was Selling the House

last week. These are not collectors you can delay.”

“How much?” Uncle Frank asked, looking at Marcus.

When Marcus said nothing, I answered. “Three hundred and forty thousand dollars in gambling debts.”

The room erupted. Aunt Dorothy’s hand flew to her chest. A cousin said something under his breath that I didn’t catch. Uncle Frank stared at Marcus as continue reading …