At 1:37 on a Friday afternoon, twenty-four relatives rolled up to the gated entrance of my Hilton Head beach house with coolers, beach chairs, sleeping bags, and my father’s smug promise that the “Price Family Reunion” was already settled [225]

At 1:37 on a Friday afternoon, twenty-four relatives rolled up to the gated entrance of my Hilton Head beach house with coolers, beach chairs, sleeping bags, and my father’s smug promise that the “Price Family Reunion” was already settled