Spending the holiday at East Packet, my ancestral estate. I am next in line once my older brother, Brocious, dies. The tension this weekend will be unbearable. Uncle Silas and his endless Perfect Strangers fan fiction. Cousin Honoria’s stamp collecting and racism. Mother’s night terrors. I shall bite my lip and endure another cavalcade of horrors. The family’s gypsum fortune shall be MINE. Patience. Patience and silence.