My Family Toasted

watched him do it.

Preston lifted his glass.

“To loyalty,” he said.

Meredith joined him.

“To family,” she added.

Several relatives, confused and uncomfortable but too cowardly to resist a toast, lifted their glasses too.

My father watched me over the rim of his wineglass.

I looked down at my plate.

Turkey. Gravy. Green beans. A roll I hadn’t touched.

Then I continue reading …