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

already started setting off fireworks.

For a little while, I let myself believe the day might still end well.

Then William frowned and looked around.

“Where are the sparklers?”

“In the garage,” I said. “Top shelf.”

“I’ll grab them.”

“No, stay with the twins. They’re already trying to turn glow sticks into weapons.”

He laughed. “Fair.”

I crossed the driveway continue reading …