They Told Me to Skip the Reunion. When They Arrived at the Nantucket Mansion, the Concierge Asked One Question.

got insufferable last time.”

The pause lasted a beat too long.

“Actually, that’s why I’m calling,” she continued with affected reluctance. “Mom and Dad think it might be better if you sit this one out.”

My hand froze midair, a worn copy of Pablo Neruda suspended between shelf and floor. “What do you mean, sit it out?”

“It’s just that these gatherings are continue reading …