My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

informed. They assumed. They thanked me in public and mocked me in private for being so particular when I asked them not to leave wet towels on hardwood floors or red wine rings on the side tables.

Last Labor Day, Paige invited six extra people without mentioning it. I arrived Sunday morning to find strangers in my kitchen, melted popsicles ground into continue reading …