“As if equipped with some kind of Bennett mood ring embedded in her brain, the woman in question turned in the seat next to me. I could feel the weight of her attention, her pressing gaze as she watched me and tried to dissect each frown or sigh. “Why do you look nervous?” she asked finally. “I’m fine,” I answered, aiming for disinterested but failing spectacularly. “The grip you have on the steering wheel would suggest otherwise.” I frowned more deeply and immediately loosened m...y hold. We were on our way to dinner, where the majority of our two families would be meeting for the first time. They had flown in from all over the country: Michigan, Florida, New Jersey, and Washington, even some from Canada. A number of them I hadn’t seen in twenty years or more. In all, there were over three hundred and fifty people arriving within the next few days. God only knew what we were in for.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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