This year, the family reunion was at our farm in Virginia. The guest list: thirty assorted aunts, uncles, and feral second cousins. The centerpiece: a bonfire. The problem: Bennett arrived three hours early.
Just then, the doorbell rang. The sound echoed through the quiet house. My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy- The...
Our unlikely friendship cemented in the cereal aisle of a Piggly Wiggly. We had been sent to buy ice for the cooler. Sterling, of course, insisted on inspecting every bag for freezer burn. This year, the family reunion was at our farm in Virginia
"It's... acceptable," he whispered, licking a crumb off his lip. " he whispered
I gritted my teeth. “Bennett. Good to see you too.”