One day my brother sent me some photos. They were of our half-brother, his wife, and our nephew. Our nephew is really cute. Here is the conversation that followed:
MY BROTHER: Our brother and the fam were here last weekend…took these with my phone.
ME: How was the visit? Are they still bickering? I swear – if they are not happy they should just divorce. Life is too short to be so miserable all the time.
MY BROTHER: Still bickering. He’s moving back into his house.
ME: He TALKS about moving back into his house all the time… did he say it was actually happening…for sure?
MY BROTHER: Dad mentioned it to me last week, and when I asked our brother about it he said “..for sure when they get home” and that “…their vacation together cemented it.”
ME: Oh – was Dad up there too? I swear he never gave a shit about me.
MY BROTHER: No…he e-mailed me.
ME: That makes more sense…I mean why would he come to Seattle unless he was picking up some piece of shit computer he bought on ebay? I got a raw deal in the dad department.
MY BROTHER: I’m not going to touch this conversation. I always come out on someone’s shit list. You should call our brother. Dad made us each a disc of old photos, many of which I had never seen before (like the one I just sent you of you and the kittens). And I now know that our brother was an UGLY toddler, as was Dad, and that I have the same profile as him when he was my age…creepy.
Anyway, he made a disc for you too, but respecting your “no contact” request, he gave it to our brother to give to you. It also includes some photos that you two did together. And best of all (I mean worst of all) there are photos of you and me with feathered hair!!!!
