My Sister Told Me to Clean Her Shoes at the Country Club. I Threw Them Away and Drove Home. Weeks Later, I Had 49 Missed Calls.

early enough to pour himself scotch and pretend he’d been present all day. My mother, Patricia, had been a paralegal before she married my father, but she’d given up work to focus on what she called “creating a beautiful home,” which mostly meant obsessing over interior design and hosting dinner parties where everything had to be perfect.

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