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"It'll ruin your glycemic index," I said. "But it'll fix your attitude."

The man looked at Kyouya—who was currently rubbing his neck and pouting because I’d pulled his collar—and then at me. He didn My Only Bitchy Cousin Is a Yankee-Type Guy- The...

The table went silent. You could hear the ice melting in the tea pitchers. You do not insult Aunt Clara’s pie. You do not imply her love is a health hazard. "It'll ruin your glycemic index," I said

The scent of my grandmother’s pecan pie used to mean love, safety, and the sticky hand of a toddler patting my cheek. But this Thanksgiving, it smelled like a warning flare. Because he was coming. You could hear the ice melting in the tea pitchers

Many families have that one “different” cousin—the liberal in a conservative clan, the city mouse among country mice, the neat freak in a house of chaos. The story would ring true for anyone who’s ever braced themselves before a relative’s visit.