I Paid Twelve Thousand Five Hundred Dollars for a Family Trip, and They Planned It Without Me

“We are all going to Idaho.”

Gemma touched his sleeve.

“Dad, I told you I’m handling it.”

“Handling what?” I said.

“Handling the packing,” Douglas said, too loudly.

“I have to go get my skis out of the rafters.

I’m too old to be climbing around in a garage.” He was already walking to his car.

“For the vacation,” he added over his shoulder.