During Our Fourth of July Cookout, My Sister-in-Law Snuck Into the Garage—What Fell From Her Skirt Made Me Go Pale

She offered to refill bowls that were already full. She laughed too loudly at George’s jokes and kept asking Elaine if she needed anything.

William leaned beside me while I arranged fruit on a platter.

“Is it just me,” he murmured, “or is my sister being nice?”

“It’s not just you.”

“Real nice or fake nice?”

“Mid-level fake.”

He tried not to laugh.

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