During my brother’s promotion celebration, he toasted, “my sister lost another job. maybe stripping’s more her thing.” dad laughed, “she’s actually pretty good at that.” the crowd’s laughter stopped cold… when the ceo walked in, staring right at me.
At my brother’s promotion party, he raised a toast. “To my sister, Willow,” he slurred, his eyes finding mine across the crowded room. “Fired again. Maybe stick to stripping. At least she’s good at that.”