My Aunt Announced My Grandmother’s “Death” at Thanksgiving—Then the Doorbell Rang

who are in the middle of a lie.

“I’ll get it,” I said, standing before anyone else could volunteer.

I walked to the front door, aware that thirty pairs of eyes were tracking my movement with the passive curiosity of people who had been sitting too long and welcomed any interruption. I reached the door, turned the handle, and opened it.

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