“‘This is Diana—our family dropout,’ my mother said for the fifteenth Thanksgiving in a row, but when my sister’s new husband reached across the table to shake my hand, his grip locked, his face went still, and the room forgot how to laugh before he said the two words nobody there was prepared to hear”

I had been receiving for 15 years.

We sat.

We talked around the subject for about ten minutes, the way people do when they’re gathering themselves. The weather. Gerald’s latest renovation. A cousin’s new baby in Charlotte.

Then she said, “I’ve been thinking about what Ethan said at Thanksgiving.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I looked it up. Oracle 7.”

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