My daughter pulled on my beach cover-up and said quietly, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

“And then she’ll build another one.”

Jim was a few yards away, phone in hand again, scrolling through something with a crease between his brows. My younger brother had arrived only two nights ago, last-minute, after the new job and new apartment had ground him down to nothing.

“Jim, put the phone down,” I called. “You’re continue reading …