My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

wearing jeans and a gray sweatshirt. She looked younger than twenty-five and older than I remembered.

“I got a full-time job,” she said after we ordered.

“At the boutique?”

“No. Reception at a dental office.” She stirred her coffee. “It’s boring.”

“Most jobs are sometimes.”

She nodded. “I didn’t know how much I didn’t know.”

I waited.

“Mom always made it continue reading …