THE SWEEPER AND THE STRIKER
I want you to understand my brother. I don’t need
you to, so don’t get all worked up over it or anything. Ultimately you can do what you like. But I would like for you to understand him.
As far as that goes, I’d like to understand him myself.
“What are you doing with those on?” I ask him when I walk into the room. He is just standing there, unoccupied as he often seems to be, in the small bedroom we still share. It’s about three years after we should have stopped sharing a room, or much of anything else, but this is beyond our control. The...