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

house. Just here, in Jacksonville. Just the four of us, she said. If that would be all right.

I told her I would think about it.

She didn’t push. That was also new.

Whether something permanent shifted between us I genuinely cannot say. I have learned to stop needing to know the ending before I am willing to begin the conversation. What I know is that continue reading …