My parents demanded my 19-year-old daughter give her lazy cousin $67,000 because her success embarrassed the family and made her cousin look bad. I didn’t stay silent. I stood up and said this. Five minutes later, the whole family lost it…
The argument began over lemon pie. My mother had just placed it on the dining table, the golden meringue quivering under the dining room light, when my father cleared his throat and said, in that slow, formal voice he used when he wanted to sound reasonable before saying something outrageous, “We need to talk about Emily.”
