The Black Sheep Has Arrived — Episode 6

retreated visibly Serena was the exception porcelain smooth immaculate styled to within an inch of her life. But one thing was the same across all four faces. That same faint, casual condescension.

When they looked at me, I raised an eyebrow. From the day I graduated until now, I have never once mentioned my income to any of you. I have never sent any of you a private message

complaining about money. So, where exactly are you getting your numbers from? Nobody had an answer. My mother came out of the kitchen carrying a serving dish.

She glanced at me. With no college degree, agree. What kind of job could she possibly get in New York? Three grand a month, tops. My father clapped me on the shoulder. All right, all right. We're family. Nobody here is going to

judge you for struggling. Let's just eat. Eight dishes. Ethan and Melanie both cooed over them. Mrs. Whiteware, you remembered. I love the ribs. You made the lemon cream salmon again. Whitmore, that was my favorite last time. I glanced across the table. Every person at the The table had their favorite in front of them.

Even the golden retriever curled up at the foot of the couch at a small bowl of beef set aside by my mother. Every person except me at the table. My mother sliced the tenderest piece of prime rib

and pushed it onto Serena's plate. We've made a few real estate investments along the Newport coast over the years. One property for Elliot, one for Serena,

one we live in, and a smaller one we're renting out. She looked up at me.