My Only Bitchy Cousin Is A Yankee-type Guy- The... Guide

Aunt Patty, who had just driven four hours through Atlanta traffic, looked like she was considering using those discrete units to commit a felony.

The room went quiet. My mother put her hand on my arm. Bradley just looked at me for a long moment. Then he did something I’d never seen him do. My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy- The...

He raised his beer. I raised my sweet tea. We didn’t clink. We just sat there, two completely different people from two completely different worlds, watching the same stars. Aunt Patty, who had just driven four hours