The Birthday Party Where My Mother’s Perfect Image Cracked

the seating chart. “Do you think your cousin Claire will be offended—”

“Jesus, Erica,” he snapped. “Do you ever stop? It’s just a wedding.”

“I thought you cared—”

“I care about you not obsessing over every tiny thing and driving me insane.”

My cheeks burned. “I’m just trying to do it right.”

“Oh my God, listen to yourself. Arguing with me over a stupid continue reading …