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

claimed the space. My father and Jason drank scotch on the back deck discussing investments. My mother and Melissa prepared dinner while Tiffany arranged a charcuterie board, stopping frequently for Instagram photos.

“This is exactly what we needed,” I heard my mother tell Melissa. “Just quality time with the successful branches of the family.”

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