At our annual family reunion, it wasn’t the barbecue or the backyard games that stirred conversation—it was Tom, my brother-in-law, who always made sure his
presence eclipsed everyone else’s. That year, he arrived fashionably late in a roaring red Ferrari, wearing designer sunglasses and a self-satisfied smirk that could probably be seen from space.
Family and neighbors swarmed the driveway like it was a movie premiere. Tom popped out of the car and immediately launched into a monologue about the horsepower, the Italian leather, and the six-figure price tag. It was all very… Tom.
