Uncle James smiled at me. “How’s life in that $1.5 million house you purchased?” My sister stopped bragging about her engagement ring. My parents exchanged panicked looks. My father whispered, “James, what house?” I calmly sipped my wine as Uncle James continued, I knew the real fun was just beginning.
The air inside the Riverside Ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive lilies, desperation, and the distinct, metallic tang of envy. It was a production, really—a three-act play disguised …
Uncle James smiled at me. “How’s life in that $1.5 million house you purchased?” My sister stopped bragging about her engagement ring. My parents exchanged panicked looks. My father whispered, “James, what house?” I calmly sipped my wine as Uncle James continued, I knew the real fun was just beginning. Read More