My grandpa was inside already, but my dad hadn't got there yet. The first thing I felt when I entered the house was lingering silence - that strain that fills a room when people are trying to figure out what to say. I made my way around the room hugging everyone and then a burst of chatter erupted. I dragged my sister along and kept her close to me by holding her hand. You look fat.
Women are good at nagging a man to death.
Then he made a racial comment and the room went deadly quiet. Then he rushed out the front door. Mom, one of my dad's cousins, and one of my great aunts rushed outside after my brother. My sister slide her hand in mine and I could feel her tension. I kept looking at my grandpa steadily.