And when I get back from Miami, you and I are going to have a serious talk about your attitude, because frankly it’s been a problem for a while.

I gotta go, Mom’s calling me for dinner.”

And he hung up, without waiting for a single word from me.

For a moment, the three of us sat in Evelyn’s living room in silence.

My sister looked like she might combust.

And Phoebe — Phoebe was smiling, slowly, the particular smile I had seen her wear across a conference table right before she dismantled someone.

“Jessi,” she said, looking up from the laptop where she had, I realized, been recording the entire call with my consent.