My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

Erie County.

I looked at Aunt Renata again.

She was still looking at her plate.

I stood.

No one said anything.

My chair moved softly against the floorboards. I waited for one person to turn. One cousin. One sister. My mother. My father. Anyone. But the room had already decided what it needed from me. It needed me to let the moment pass. It needed me to continue reading …