Now We Are Five by David Sedaris in The New Yorker

“Let’s open the floor to questions.”
“Boooring.”
“Is that so? Would it have been more interesting to you if I had murdered my sister?”
“It’d certainly make you more interesting.”
“… Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Thankfully not you.”

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