Mary Ellen woke up on a Tuesday and decided not to go home.

There was no dramatic moment. No confrontation. No realization that dawned like a lightning bolt illuminating a dark landscape. She simply opened her eyes at six in the morning, lay in the bed she slept in every morning—the bed that had been made for her by her sister, or one of her sisters, she could not remember which, because all six of them loved her in slightly different ways that were ultimately indistinguishable—and thought: today I will not go to the family dinner.

She had always gone to the family dinner. Every Tuesday for twenty-five years, she had driven from her parents' house to her brothers' house in Coal Hollow, Pennsylvania, and sat at a table that had been extended three times to accommodate the number of people who showed up. Her brothers—Tom, Frank, Joe, Bill, and Mike—would be there, along with their wives or girlfriends or whatever arrangement they had settled into, and they would eat pot roast and mashed potatoes and discuss the weather and the coal market and whether the new highway was going to bring jobs or just traffic.

And Mary Ellen would sit at the end of the table, the youngest, the adopted one, the orphan their mother had taken in when she was six and her Chinese mother had died and her Chinese father had disappeared into the fog of a life no one understood, and they would ask her about her day at the coal company office, where she worked as a receptionist, and she would say fine and they would say that's good and the conversation would move on.

But today, she did not go. She stayed in bed. She ate toast for breakfast and watched the rain hit the window of her apartment—the apartment her brothers had helped her find, with their money and their connections and their insistence that she deserved better than the room above the gas station where she had been living. She deserved better, they said. They meant well. They always meant well. That was the problem.

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